I'm normally not one for one shots. But this is different.
This is the tale of a boy who has been separated from the only girl he has ever loved.
This is the story of love.
To You:
Phineas stayed heartbroken lately. In public it seemed all was well. He never stopped inventing, he never stopped believing he and Ferb could conquer the world, and it seemed like he was perfectly happy with life. If the world knew the truth, they would see differently. They would see a man who was secretly very lonely. They would see that he was without the girl he adored. They would see a boy who felt as lost as he did on an island with no way to go home. He would nearly breakdown listening to jazz because it made him think about her. Why did it have to be her that left?
There was no doubt in anyone's mind who that girl was. She had but just moved away. He knew there were scenarios where she could come back, and eventually she would come back. It just seemed as if that eventually would never come. Video chat would make his day. Everyone knew when he was texting her: he smiled whenever he received her messages. Whenever she would see a picture of them together, he would stop and admire until it went away. She would e-mail pictures of her to him so he could see how beautiful she got everyday, even though she claimed that her hair looked pathetic. There was just something about her, that while he never realized it when she was with him, he certainly couldn't stop noticing it when she left.
The loneliness ate at his inner being. He would whisper those silent prayers in the night begging for her to come back. He studied the Jewish faith daily, and promised her they would go to Israel whenever they could spare the expense to due justice to the trip. As he walked daily, he would always have her on his mind. Every movie he saw, every cartoon he watched, every book he read, every song he heard, and even certain colors he observed reminded him of her. The boy who tried desperately to get the girl whenever she didn't even notice him made him feel the guiltiest. It had been her doing the same thing for him. Now what would he do to look in those beautiful eyes of hers and tell her he loved her.
He couldn't stand it, but for now he had to bear it. He would sometimes be aggravated with it. Sometimes he stated whoever said, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," was either as high as a kite or as drunk as Dean Martin claimed to be. He wished something he could do could change it all, but for once he couldn't. For now, it was just what was. He looked down at his phone. He knew it was time for her to wake up, and true to form, she sent him those words that always made him smile the biggest.
"Hey! Watcha' Doin?"