I take a deep breath, looking down as I try to blink back the tears threatening to spill. “It’s starting to hit me,” I whisper with a shaky laugh, lifting my gaze to meet yours.

We’ve been together for about six months now and during that time, we’ve barely spent a day apart. Sure, I’ve been on tour with the band, but you came along—filming vlogs, sharing the journey with your followers. It never really felt like we were separated. But today is different. Today, we have to say goodbye. Just for a month—but even that feels unbearable.

You’re flying back to the States for some family stuff and I’m continuing the tour across Europe. Of course, we’ll text, call,—but it won’t be the same. You won’t be the first thing I see when I wake up or the last thing before I fall asleep. I won’t get to kiss you, hold you or just be near you. I won’t get to love you the way I’m used to.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t cry,” I murmur, shaking my head, tears already betraying me.

You’re looking at me like I’m the only person in the world—eyes full of that quiet, steady love that always grounds me.

“God,” I breathe out with a weak laugh, wiping at my eyes. “I just… I need you to know how much I love you. I’d do anything to make you happy. Fly to America mid-tour, walk there if I had to—hell, swim if it meant seeing you again.”

I pause, trying to steady myself. “It sounds like you’re dying,” I laugh softly, shaking my head. “But you’re not. You’re just going home and I’m just…gonna miss you like hell.”

I step closer, voice dropping to a whisper “I love you.”