All my life, I've heard that good things come to those who wait. That's total bullshit. For me, at least. It has taken me a long time, but I've finally learned that if you want something, then you're going to have to work for it. I sat around and waited for my 'good thing' to show up for the majority of my life, but finally, I decided to take things into my own hands.

I started working as a stripper to make some fast cash and finally I had saved up enough money to go to London, England. London was somewhere that I didn't imagine would be too great, but my Grandpa was from there and he told me great stories before he passed away.

I had a boyfriend that I honestly didn't want to leave, but I figured that if he honestly loved me, then he would follow me. That's how love works, right? I didn't exactly tell him when I left for England or so much as hint to him that I was going. I was about to break the news to him, but then we got into an argument. I guess that was the final straw that made me want to go without telling him.

"I love you, Halen, I do. But if we're going to be together, then you need to stop questioning that." were the last words he said to me before he stormed out of our apartment. Shortly after that, I packed my shit and got the hell out of dodge. I know that he will be less than thrilled when he finds out that I left the country, but then he'll get over that and come to England. I'm sure of that...or at least I really hope for that. If not, then I guess that I will have to move on. I love Michael, but I can't stay in that piece of shit town where my piece of shit father lives. No way, no how. Besides, coming here has always been a dream of mine. The beautiful stories that my Grandpa told me, had stuck with me and I felt as if this was meant to be.

I had just stepped inside my hotel room in London when my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I hadn't had a chance yet to turn the ringer back on. I pulled it out of my pocket and flipped it open, revealing Michael's familiar face. I felt tears in my eyes and butterflies in my stomach from fear that he wouldn't understand and I would never see him again. I forced myself to push my fears away and answered, knowing that this had to happen now or never.

"Hello?" I answered in a quiet voice. My voice sounded sort of raspy because I hadn't spoken in a while.

"Hey baby. I wasn't sure you were going to answer. Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.

"I'm fine..." I trailed off, trying to figure out how I wanted to break the news. Michael took it as an opportunity to speak.

"Good. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to freak out the way I did. The way you were talking sort of just...scared me. I love you, ya know." he told me in a kind voice.

"I love you, too, Mike...You know I do...it's just...there's something I need to tell you."

"I know. I came home and all of your stuff was gone..." he told me in a sad voice that made me think that maybe he was going to cry. I felt guilty for what I was about to put him through.

"Yeah...I don't really know how to explain this...and I know you're going to be pissed, but please try to understand the be-" he cut me off before I could finish.

"Look, if you found someone else...or if you're leaving me, just tell me. Don't mess around." his voice started to sound bitter.

"No! Not at all. I love you and I still want to be with you!"

"Then where the hell are you?! I miss you! Come home so I can kiss you and make love to you and show you how much you mean to me." he told me, desperation in his voice. I felt tears sting my eyes, knowing that I could possibly be in his arms right now if I hadn't left like that.

"I can't." I chocked out, starting to cry.

"And why the hell not?" he seemed annoyed now. I'm guessing that he hadn't yet realized that I was crying.

"Because I did something really stupid." I told him, my voice full of emotion. He was silent fir a second.

"Halen, did you cheat on me?" I could tell by his voice that he was afraid of my answer.

"No. I would never, ever do that!" I assured him, smiling to myself that it wasn't that bad.

"Then it doesn't matter. Forget about it and come home to me." he told me after a sigh of relief.

"I can't, Michael. I can't because I'm in England." I spat, finally telling him the truth. He was silent for a moment, and then he chuckled without any hint of humor.

"So you get pissed at me and you...leave the fucking country?" I could already tell that he was pissed.

"Not...Not exactly. I got pissed at you and didn't tell you that I was leaving the country." I braced myself for yelling, but I was surprised when he didn't actually yell.

"Are you kidding me? So you were leaving me." he assumed in a sad voice.

"No! I was actually hoping that you would come with me...I'm still hoping that you'll come."

"So you're asking me to quit my job, leave my family, leave our...my home, leave the city that I love to come to England and be with you. I don't even know what to say...Seems like a lot, doesn't it?"

"I'm so sorry." I choke out as I began to sob.

"Look, Halen. I need some time...time to think about things..."

"I understand." I told him, forcing back more tears and sobs.

"Okay...Bye, Halen." he told me before hanging up on me. I hung up the phone, putting my face in my hands. I have fucked things up for myself again. I should be used to it by now.