Two Different Roads

Right Here Waiting

The first few days back in her own country were a miasma of misery. Ellen missed Mike dreadfully, and other than scrubbing down she and Vicky's flat, removing the dust of months accumulation, there wasn't much to distract her.
Nights were the most difficult of all of course. She'd become accustomed to his presence next to her in bed, the warmth of his body, his kisses, his breath on the back of her neck as he awakened her for his favorite morning lovemaking.
She'd actually pilfered one of his frequently-worn t-shirts, putting it on when the loneliness became especially terrible to envelop herself in his scent.
She wondered constantly what he was doing, how work on the series was progressing, how Peter was faring without Vicky...
Finally, one morning at six a.m. after a long night with very little sleep, she picked up the phone.
"You've got me. Who's this?"
"Peter," she laughed. "I'm not calling too late am I? It's got to be, what ten p.m. there?"
"No, El, it's fine. How are you?"
"Miserable, how is HE?"
"The same as you although he'd hate to admit it, and he's making the rest of us pretty miserable too."
"Do you think he'd talk to me?"
"Only one way to find out."
She could hear the slightly muffled argument enough to understand that Mike was not thrilled at the prospect. "Pete, you know what I said."
"Come on, Man, she misses you, and you miss her. I'm not hanging up this phone. Talk to her."
An extended silence, a sigh then an annoyed, "Hello."
She found herself trembling at the sound of that dearly loved voice. "Hello Michael."
Another silence. At last she said the only thing she could think of, the thing she most wanted him to hear. "Peter is right you know."
"What?"
"I DO miss you. I miss you terribly."
A sigh, yet another silence. "I miss you too."
"How is work?"
"It's the only thing keeping me sane. We start filming the pilot soon."
"I've just been cleaning my flat. I start back to work in a couple of days."
"What happens then Ellen?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"I WANTED you to stay HERE, but that's not an option anymore is it."
"Michael, please let's not fight. I love you, and I need to hear your voice so badly."
"Fuck Ellen, you're making this really hard for me. I meant to just end it, but...I love you too, Baby," he finally confessed.
"Can I call you again...soon?"
"I'm sure I'll regret it, but yeah."

I think Barry Manilow's "Somewhere Down The Road" also works here.