I shut the door to my hotel suite and immediately pull my phone out, checking the time. 12:41am. I curse under my breath when I realize it’s nearly 4am in London and that you’re definitely asleep. I’d just now gotten back to the hotel from the show we did tonight in Argentina, meanwhile you’re back in London for university.

We’ve been dating for a couple months now, but this is the first time I’ve been on tour while also dating you, so it’s our first time doing long distance for an extended period of time. I’ve been gone for close to a month now and I get a week long break between shows in about two more weeks, which obviously I can’t wait for so I can fly home and see you. I’m not sure what it is about you, cause honestly I’ve just never cared about a girl enough before to do long distance with them, but you’re just….special, I guess.

I flip down on the bed and bite my lower lip, debating on calling you anyways. You could be awake doing homework, I think to myself. I sigh and eventually hit the call button, bringing the phone to my ear and desperately hoping you answer.