Hi this is--
--get back to you as soon as possible.

Hey, uh, I just touched down and I'm waiting for the bus at this little shop and just thought I'd give you a call and tell you I'm here safely.
Um...I was expecting you to pick up but I guess a message is fine.
Uh, yea, I just wanted to say I missed you when I came back home.
I tried calling you a couple times but you didn't pick up.
Um, you know I went back to that beach and the breeze was just like old times, just like when we were there...whispering and stroking my skin...
You remember?
I mean, there was even the lightning; it was bright like fireworks, all the colors dashing against the cliff sides and the sand all warm and smooth.
Over here it just rains all the time, sometimes snow. Either way it's just a cold hell.
It's crazy, people don't even talk to each other, let alone sing like how we used to...the songs you taught me.
It's not beautiful here like we imagined, nothing like our stories and our poetry.
I look up into the rain and think I see those ocean eyes that I promised "forever" and I tell myself I still mean it.
Huh...Now look where we are, me stuck at a drowning little coffee shop and you probably still sleeping...still sleeping.
Look I know that you're over it and I should be too; I have my whole life, and I know if you actually listen to this message you'll say "woooooow." But then again, that's what you always say...or said...or...
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I miss you more than you think you know, even after months, I can't just throw the memories out the window to drown...
They float, and I can't.
I just called so I could hear that voice one more time, maybe see you or hear you laugh at my stupid reasoning or reasons for trying.
It doesn't feel like home here, just empty. No sand or sun.
I still miss you that much, still holding on no matter what I do to try to let go.
Look, I need you...and I l--