I don't know how we got here. Well, actually I do. I've been on tour for a while now and we decided that for the last leg of the tour, you would stay home. You weren't fond of staying in a new hotel every night or being on the road. Which I understood, but it sucks not having you here with me. This wasn't at all how I pictured we'd be right now.

I figured we would call and text every day, you'd complain about the weather and ramble about some show or book you were reading. The first month, we were very good about keeping up with our daily facetimes and letting the other know we were alive. But now? So far we've gone almost a week without calling. Just getting a 'good night' or 'good morning'.

This isn't us. Out of the 4 years that we've been dating the only problems we've had were minor and quickly resolved. I miss you every day. I miss getting hit by a wave of your coconut shampoo, and seeing your eyes crinkle in the corners when you'd smile at me. Which is why I grab my phone, click on your contact, and call you.

The phone rings for a few second before I hear you pick up. "Hello?" I hear on the other end and my heart is suddenly in my throat. God, I've missed your voice.