It's late and I can't seem to sleep. I toss and turn wondering where you are. My mind races from trying to think of anything but you. Yet everything I do and think about leads back to you, the girl who has my heart. You have mine, but do I really have yours? There are times when you look at me and I swear that you're thinking of something else…someone else.

I finally give up on trying to sleep and sit up in bed. I start to wonder how long you're going to be out. You always say you'll be out only for a few hours, but we both know you mean half the night. And you always say you're out with friends, but we both know you're not. Sometimes I wonder if you lie about me. You probably do since you lie so much.

I glance over at the clock on our nightstand: 2:45 a.m. I start to think I should leave. How long am I going to stay here staying up all hour's of the night waiting for you to come home from being with him? How many nights have I stayed up waiting already? Too many to count now, but I thought we were done with all this. We've done this all before: you gone most of the night, me waiting for you to come back.

I just can't take it anymore. I'm done with playing games. I pull myself up from under the covers and head towards the closet. I pull out a t-shirt and grab a pair of jeans from the bottom dresser drawer. I throw them on and head back over to the closet and pull a suitcase from the top shelf of it. I start to pull shirts off hangers from inside the closet and pack things away. I don't pay much attention to any of the articles of clothing I throw into the suitcase until I grabbed one of my red and white striped button down shirts. The one you just wore last night, when you had stayed in. I smelled it and instantly it reminded me of you. Your sweet scent soaking into my brain like it always does whenever we are together.

I sat there for a minute thinking if I should really leave. Danny keeps telling me I should go, but I can't seem to walk away. He keeps saying if I'm going to go, now's the time. But you're everything to me and it kills me knowing that you're running off to be with some other guy. It gets to this point every time: me home alone one night finally deciding to leave and than something always pulls me back and makes me stay. Just like tonight. I know I'm not going to leave, although I probably should, but I won't. I'll put all the clothes back and the suitcase, just so you won't know that I was thinking of leaving.

I crawl back into bed to wait for you. I face the window and away from the door so it wouldn't seem like I was waiting for you or that I even knew you've been out as long as you have. I start to drift off as you walk through our bedroom door. You try your best to be quiet, but you trying to be quiet is like me giving up music: impossible. I roll over to watch you try to get your skinny jeans off. You finally get them off and climb into bed. You finally notice that I'm looking at you and sweetly kiss me.

"Hi…"you whisper. "I didn't mean to be out as long as I was. Ana met this guy and we had to follow her around all night to make sure…"

I shake my head. "Don't worry about it. As long as your home now, I don't care." I say keeping you from telling me more lies.

You smile, almost sadly, at me and rub your thumb along my cheek. You look at me knowing that I know everything, but you still continue to pretend as if I don't. "I love you, Tom," you say in low whisper I can barely hear.

"I love you too."

I couldn't leave you no matter how hard I tried or how much clothing I put into my suitcase. You were the one for me and I knew it better than anybody else. I just wish that you would see that we are meant to be. But no matter what I'll always be here waiting; I'll always be right back in the water.