“Hey, baby” I smile when I finally hear you pick up. “So, how's the big apple been, hm?” I ask for more of your sake, knowing I’ve been there a few times with the lads for promo, gigs, award shows. Basically any event we had to show face at for the band.

You’ve recently gotten into the school of your dreams - NYU. And on an academic scholarship. My little genius. When you found out the news I felt fucking ecstatic for you. I don’t think anyone was happier for you than me, which will always be true. We’ve been by each other’s sides since we were 14. Before the overnight fame, before the long distance. I know you can’t help but overthink as much as I’ve reassured you; I can’t imagine that the constant of girls around me doesn’t help soothe your worries.

It physically pains my heart to think about how much time we have to spend apart. You’re at uni while I’m off playing these insane shows, arenas full of screaming fans, while you’re in class with your head buried in your books. This is only temporary. I keep having to remind myself. One day we’ll live a simple life - if my fame ever allows, I’ll take care of you, we’ll have it good.

If it were up to me, you’d be in my arms right now. I would take a train, a car, even book a last minute plane ticket if it meant we wouldn’t have to be a thousand miles apart any longer.