Rebecca's point of view
Dan moved. Yup. No more Tasmania. He's living up in New South Wales, Australia now. We haven't skyped in five days, though it feels like it's been forever. I miss hearing his voice so much, but before he left I recorded a couple skype conversations. I keep finding myself watching them and smiling at the audio every time I hear him laugh or when we say I love you.
We've come up with several different senarios to how we can get to see each other. Save up money, buy a plane ticket for myself and Serina, go over to Australia. Save up money, buy a plane ticket, he comes to America, and when it comes time to leave, I leave with him. Buy a scratch ticket, win the lottery, buy plane tickets, a house, a car or two, get married, adopt children and live happily ever after.
Any meathod will do, really. Though Dan moved, I keep trying to look at the positive side. Instead of being 16,418 miles away, now he is 15,841 miles away. We still talk on facebook, though it's hard because the reception where he is is horrible, and he uses facebook on his phone,
It's still so wierd to me, the time difference. When I wake up it's already about midnight for him. It makes it so hard because I wake up later now since it's summer, so I can talk to him when he wakes up, up to the point where I'm falling asleep. I try to stay awake for him as long as possible, but I always end up falling asleep on him.
We have been talking, sure. About everything...we talk about money and jobs and love. We joke and laugh still, and say I love you right before goodnight (you know, when I don't fall asleep), and it's amazing when we talk. I love talking to Dan, even though I can't hear his voice.
I try to close my eyes and imagine him laying next to me, and I try to find his voice in my head, whenever I read something he wrote to me, most of the time its in his voice. Even if I don't get to hear his voice again for a while, I have audio, and I know that one day I won't have to imagine him sitting here with me, because one day it will happen.
All of our dreams and wishes will come true, no matter what.
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16,000 miles to run
Ficção GeralTwo teenagers. Two countries. Two continents. Two friends. One syndrome. One world. One feeling. One hope.