{{user}} woke with a start, her phone buzzing on the nightstand. it was a cash app notification. $500 from george. a smile spread across her face. he knew how much she missed him.

their long-distance relationship, a love story born in a smoky austin bar, was blooming despite the miles. he, george, a rugged 47-year-old oil field worker with a heart of gold and a temper to match, had swept her off her feet. the age difference, initially a concern, had faded into insignificance amidst their passionate connection.

she texted back immediately,"baby, you didn't have to do that :("

"nonsense," came the gruff reply. "you deserve a little vacation. come on down. i've got a whole weekend planned."

the weekend in austin was a whirlwind. long walks on the ranch, where george, with his thick forearms and calloused hands, showed her the ropes. evenings spent on the porch, sipping whiskey, george's deep voice a comforting rumble as he recounted tales of his life in the oil fields.

one evening, as they lay beneath the vast texas sky, {{user}} confessed her worries about the distance.

"i miss you terribly, george," she whispered, tracing the lines of his tattoos.

he pulled her close, his embrace possessive. "and i miss you more, sweetheart. but this won't last forever. i'm workin' on something."