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The Last
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A/N: so this video I basically cried my eyes out bc its so freaking cute so this is basically what the imagine is about LOL OKAY

Camila's POV:

It was Saturday morning and I woke up with Y/N kissing my head as she pulled me closer to her.

"I love you." She whispers in my ear while she draws random shapes on my exposed hip.

I sat up from her chest and sat beside her legs. She sat up as well but with a confused expression.

"How many were there before me?" I asked.

"What?" She laughed lightly.

"I mean like," I scooted closer to her. "How many girls did you love before me?"

"Love?" She asked and I nodded. "There were Five. I loved five women before you."

"What were their names?" I ran my hand through my hair.

"Who, What, When, Where, and Why." She said simply and I tilted my head in confusion.

"Can you tell me about them?" I chuckled and she nodded.

"Who I loved, was this girl from college. I wasn't exactly close to her but with some superficial facts and a few interactions over the semester. You know, like most girls and guys fantasizing over someone they barely know. I filled in the blanks like a fairytale author and who she became in my head was probably more than the reality. She was a third year sorority girl and I was an infatuated freshman but the several times we got to spend together outside of class, it really allowed me to see she also had a good heart and a bright spirit. The only problem was, so did just about every other guy. And while she turned me down nicely, I swear there were times when it seemed like the cliche sorority girl may have felt something for the typical awkward freshman." She explained, laughing at the end where she called herself awkward.

"What I loved, was an old friend, but she was much more than just a friend. We met early in college and kept in touch through the years after. We saw each other grow and change and through multiple relationships. I saw her different boyfriends come and go, she was also there for every girlfriend and breakup of mine. Personality, humor, taste, it was all there. Her and I were almost perfect." She gave a small smile but I looked down. "Only thing that wasn't perfect was our timing."

I looked back up and she was still staring at a random spot.

"We were never single at the same time and what we loved about each other was never enough to leave who we were with. This is something we eventually had to face and accept and we had to leave what we had." She finished and looked back up at me.

"When I loved, was my first girlfriend in high school. It's a bit unfair since she embodies the combination of both love and youth. The feeling of young love is unique and impossible to replace and replicate because we can only be that age once. High School is a time of innocence, discovery, and adventure." She smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear. "We share these three elements together in things like our first kiss, late night sneaking out, and matinee movies. All of which now have become a nostalgic love. Preserved in a time that neither of us can touch, but know it's there. Even though we were just kids, there is not a doubt on my mind that when we were there, we were in love." She said and interlocked our hands together.

"Where I loved, was the girl I met in Los Angeles. I never intended to stay there that long. It was just a six long internship after graduating, but it all changed when I met her. Soon a year had passed and somehow a year after that. I couldn't leave the city. I couldn't leave her. Maybe it was my desire to be on my own or prove something to everyone back at home, but she helped me accomplish it over there, with a relationship reflective of the city we were in. A new energy and new experience that really pushed me to mature more than anyone or anywhere else. When people ask what city I love the most, I say LA. The city where I loved the most." She said and I scooted closer to her, grinning on how passionate she explained everything.

"Why I love, was a close friend of mine who passed away. She told me after she was diagnosed that death was not what saddened her the most. But the fact that she never really felt like she had fallen in love. She wanted to get to have those emotions, good and bad, of being hurt and of being held. After she passed, those words stuck with me the most. Teaching me to see that one of the greatest gifts we have of being alive, the ability to give, receive and even lose love. There are so many like her, whose lives end before having any of those experiences. What a waste if we don't strive to love in our lives. She made me understand why waste this life not loving." She said and I nodded, wiping a tear from my eye.

"I get it now." I replied.

"You were the sixth." She added and I nodded slowly.

"The sixth....so which one am I then?" I asked and lightly chuckled.

"You are none of them," She said and I looked down again. "Because you're all of them." I looked up and she had a smile.

"Explain, because now I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult." I said and she laughed.

"You are who I love. The girl on the pedestal, the fantasy, the make believe things that are actually true. You are what I love. The depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. You are when I love. A new history is being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are where I love. Because I'd go anywhere just to be with you. You are why I love, because before you I didn't truly understand what I was looking for. And now that we've found each other, you've given my past and future meaning. You are the sixth. You are the last." She said and I gave a huge grin.

"Wow." I said and she started to laugh.

"So, how many were there before me?" She asked teasingly.

"Five as well." I said and she raised her eyebrows curiously.

"What were their names?"

"Who, What, When, Where, Why." I teased and she rolled her eyes playfully. She leaned over and pecked my lips.

"Come on, let's make breakfast." She said, pulling the covers off then stood to stretch her limbs. She nudged for me to get up but I shook my head.

"Give me a couple minutes, I'm too lazy." I said and she rolled her eyes playfully. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up.

"Nope, you're coming with me right now whether you like it or not." She said as she dragged me to the kitchen. I giggled at her stubbornness and followed her anyway.