"I'm goin' away soon, and I'm gonna miss you. But please don't forget about me..."
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Los Olivos, California
Annalisa Green -- May 19th, 1992 Location: 5225 Figueroa Mountain Rd
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"Tour is starting soon."
I let out a silent sigh, dreading those words. I was excited about him going on tour, but I was sad because I didn't know how long it'd be. And I'd miss him a lot.
These past few months with Michael has been utterly amazing. We've had tons of fun together, and I've gained more friends because of him. He has pushed me and encouraged me to be a better version of myself. And I have. I've been trying. I smile more because of him, laugh more, feel more, and I'm able to be myself around him. I'm just really... thankful. And grateful for him.
I've shamelessly grown attached to him, and I wasn't afraid to admit it.
He was, my other half. My better half.
"How soon?" I asked, turning on my belly to look at him, who was laying on his back, staring up at the sky.
"June twenty-seventh."
Another sigh left my lips. Wow. "That's three or four weeks from now."
He nodded, finally looking at me. "Mhm."
"When will it end?"
"November eleventh."
There was a smile itching to appear on my lips. So it wasn't for long. It was just for five months. "This year?"
Michael chuckled. I guess he could sense the excitement in my voice. "I wish, but no. Next year."
My face fell in disbelief. "Really?"
"Yeah," he giggled. "Don't worry. I'd be back in town for the holidays" he paused for a second. "Well, no. I'd be back next year."
I frowned, not bothering to hide it. I was a little upset. We'd be apart for nearly a whole year. I was going to miss him so much.
Michael smiled and grabbed my face, briefly rubbing my cheek. "Hey, don't be sad."
"I'm not" I looked away. "I'm happy that you're touring, but I'm sad because we won't see each other for a while."
