But you’re in London and I break down cause it’s not fair that you’re not around…

You had been seeing casually Harry for almost a year , it’s what you both agreed on. Sleeping over at each others places, attending his press and business events together. But was it what you wanted? He was a busy man, and he told you he needed to move to London for a year. Your heart sank, and your vision blurred.

The moment he left, you felt a part of yourself longing for something. He didn’t ask you to come with him, knowing how you didn’t want to uproot your life, your career. All of these conflicting emotions came crashing to a halt.

Empty nights in your apartment. Not looking at other men. Clinging onto the fabric of his worn t shirts, the faint scent of his cologne disappearing over time. Eyes red every morning from crying yourself to sleep. You wish he was back in New York City, where it made sense. Where he could hold you in his arms and tell you he wasn’t going anywhere.