Long.

The days were long.

That's the only thought that I consistently had. 

Life had become so dull and boring. I spent my days waiting for Charlie to come back. Of course that was pointless because he was hundreds of miles away in LA.

I know it was stupid, but I couldn't help being disappointed that he never surprised me by coming home. I mean, he'd only been gone a month. I couldn't expect him to jepardize his dream just to see me an extra time.

But it was hard.

It was hard waking up alone every single day. It was hard coming home to a motionless, empty house.

I called Charlie every day and he'd tell me about his new amazing life and experiences. He'd brag about his new friends and all their good times.

It hurt. I wanted to be so happy for him like I should be. But it hurt being so alone while he was so happy. It hurt that he left our beautiful paradise for a whole new life. It hurt that he was never totally happy here with me. I felt stupid.

But in two short weeks, he'd come home and bring me back to LA. Did I want that? Of course I did. I loved him with all my heart. Why wouldn't I want to be with him in his success. Well, then why did I have that feeling in my stomach everytime I thought about it?

No, he never asked me how hard it'd be to leave this apartment behind. He never wondered if my parents knew that I was moving away. He was in this unpenetrable happy daze that I seemed to be missing out on. And he seemed blind to my feelings.

Whenever he called, he'd ask me how I was. Of course, I'd make up some story about how life was so crazy and exciting here. He'd smile and say he was so happy I was doing good without him and that he missed me. I'd say I miss him too.

Oh shit, I missed him. More than words could tell. I missed him so much it hurt. I missed waking up to kisses and coming home to flowers or some horrifying attempt at cooking. I missed him telling stories, his eyes big and one arm doing motions while the other was wrapped tightly around me.

He had a new look in his eyes. Like a kid who'd just discovered his first curse word. Like he'd become more enlightened and he'd almost forget who he was before that moment. That hurt. He was so happy. And I loved that. I always wanted him to be happy. I just wanted him to be happy with me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the high pitched ring of my phone. Charlie's name was displayed with a picture of me and him, laying on the couch. He was laying on my lap and id been playing with his hair. I missed those days.

I sighed and picked up my phone.

"Hey babe, how are you doing?" I answered, attempting to sound upbeat.

I could hear his smile. "Oh baby girl. I'm so happy. I've got some amazing news......."