miles and miles

thanksgiving

"happy thanksgiving!"

"happy thanksgiving! did you make it home yet?"

"yeah, my dad hugged me for ten straight minutes."

"i wish i could hug you for ten straight minutes."

"oliver..."

"sue."

"you could've come down."

"i would have if the coach hadn't threatened to throw me off the team. i've never wanted to hold you more in my entire life and the fact that i had a chance and couldn't...it kills me..."

"i know, oliver, trust me, i know. i want you here, just...never mind."

"what are you trying to say, sue? that this is my fault?"

"i'm just-"

"if i got kicked off the team, i would lose my scholarship! and the reason he threatened me was because i skipped practice for you! for you, sue."

"you didn't have to do that."

"i did if i wanted to talk to you!"

"we're both busy, oliver, we're miles apart with loads of things to do, i don't expect you to put me first."

"...but i want to."

"i want to too, ollie. i just miss you so much and it's just so hard..."

"sue...i'm sorry. i know i made it seem like the soccer thing was your fault but it wasn't, ok? everything is my fault and-please don't cry, baby, i love you, ok? please don't cry."

"i should've drove up there over break. i could've done more..."

"no, listen to me. your dad needed to see you."

"i know, i just-"

"stop it. you're blaming yourself and you shouldn't. everything will be fine, ok? i'll get to come home for christmas and that's only in a month. one month."  

 "one month."

"that's it."

"sorry."

"sue."

"i know, i know. i'm stopping. sorry."

"sue!"

"so- ok, i'm done."

"i'll skype you tonight ok?"

"i love you."

"i love you too, sue. so much."

"one month."

"one month."