The Whole Damn Night Sky

"Wanna meet Kelsey and Chelsea?"

I have two words for you.

College sucks.

Well, that's not necessarily true.

Okay, here's fourteen words for you.

College doesn't suck, the fact that I only see Bradley once a year sucks.

Bradley goes to Harvard, while I go to the FBI Special Agent Training Academy. I graduate in three months, and so does Bradley. He's going to be a cop.

I see Bradley for Christmas. I don't see him for summer because I go to England for summer with my family, and for Thanksgiving, I don't go anywhere. I can't afford to go all over the place.

Luckily, I had so many scholarships from volunteering and bright futures that I got everything paid for, and so did Bradley.

I walk into my apartment after work at Hooters and fall onto my couch, sighing.

I'm so tired and my muscles are sore from intense workouts at school.

The pain used to be much worse, but now it's fine. I can deal. It's just irritating.

I'm not sure where I'm going after college.

It's two in the morning, but my phone beeps.

Bradley: are you home from work yet?

Me: yes

Bradley: skype?

Me: eh

Me: I love you...

Me: but im tired as hell

Bradley: oh...

Bradley: okay

Bradley: night Ems, I love you.

Me: I love you too

I set my alarm and fall asleep in my work clothes.

****

We worked on shooting firearms today, and running and shooting. I got home at four and fell asleep. I woke up at midnight with multiple messages from Bradley.

Bradley: hey baby

Bradley: how was class?

Bradley: ems?

I sigh. I text him.

Me: Im so sorry. I got home from class and fell asleep...

He's doing it again. I know he is, even though I'm not with him.

He's drifting away from me because he thinks I'm cheating on him.

He always says that the hardest part about long distance relationships is that everything is over electronic, so you don't know if they miss you back.

Of course I miss him, but I seriously have been so busy and tired lately.

Me: skype. Now

I open my laptop and sign on.

I get a skype call from Bradley five minutes later. I answer it.

"Hi." He says. He's shirtless and looks half awake.

"Did I wake you up?" he asks.

"No." he mumbles.

"Honey, you look like shit." I say.

"Gee, thanks." He says.

I cross my arms and sit back. "You think I'm cheating again."

He narrows his eyes. "I didn't say that."