Finneas gave me the plot idea and I might have borrowed a song line or two, the rest is mine.
It's unbetaed. So please bear with me.

#nExt
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EPOV

Your favorite band is touring again.
I read the announcement and am catapulted back to the festival almost two years ago, where we met. You, with your seventies floppy hat and belly button flared jeans, dancing in the pouring rain, wide-spread arms, laughing, getting drenched without a care in the world.
I fell for you instantly.
Your zest for life, the inner beauty that bursts to light in your eyes, your positive energy that engulfs each and every person that comes into your circle of sunshine. Your brain is as attractive as your body, lurking me into heated discussions about music and bands and travelling the world, experiencing life to the fullest. A free spirit with the heart of a lioness and no intentions to be tied down to one place, one person, one life.

We spent a week together, listening to bands, scream-singing lyrics, sitting by bonfires, lighting up smokes of Kush, nights of passionate entangles in your small tent, mind blowing sex, high as kites, on life, on ...love.

I knew then that I would never get to keep you. Like a butterfly in a jar.

I didn't want to let go, when the festival ended and I had to get back to my job, delivering thousands of photographs to the Rolling Stone, who hired me to cover the entire event.

You humored me with an attempt at a long distance relationship that was against everything I knew you believed in. But I was so in love, I took every little piece you were willing to give.
After four months you started to reach your limits - we argued, we made up, we tortured each other on the rare occasions we actually made it to see each other, never at home, always on the road. It all tasted too much of compromise and we were miserable.

I'm stalking your Instagram, every day. Your Vlog too. You're a travelling writer. Exotic places, only happy people, intriguing blog entries, amazing events. You share your experiences with the world and the world is following you.
I feel like a drop in a sea of admirers, everybody trying to get a ray of your sunshine on their grey existence, feeling special for only an instant - every day.

You're beautiful as ever, though your eyes don't shine like they used to.
Like they used to, looking into mine.

Could it be that you're tired of running? Could it be that you miss me - like I miss you?
I'm so tired of being your Ex.
Maybe it is time for you to come back?
Maybe you're starting to be tired of the glam life, changing places, never at home?

I was afraid I'd dim your light, destroy your essence by wanting more.
But now I feel like I never really tried. Maybe you were waiting for me to claim you, to show you how much I really wanted you and how serious I was about more, about...forever?

My hand is trembling while dialing your number after so long.
Is it even still the same?
Will you be happy to hear from me or will you treat me like an old friend, or worse- a stranger?
We sucked at being friends. How could you expect me to reduce what we had to friendship, after I knew what it felt to have it all with you?

Do I call or do I video-call? I opt for video.

"Hello?"
"Hey.."
"Edward!"
"Hi, Sunshine. How's it going?"
"Wow. Edward. It's been almost a year."
You're smiling. You like that I called! The connection is bad from Costa Rica, the screen flickers, then you're face appears again, grainy and out of focus.
"Yes. A year too long, I think." Can't reign in my own spreading smile. Cause you do that to me.
"Are you coming home yet?"
I know, it's a stupid question. We never were like that. We didn't even have a home together.
"Actually", you say " I was planning on being in your neighborhood next week. Are you even in town or is some hot shot magazine sending you places?"
Am I detecting anxiousness in your voice? Are you nervous after so long? Would you've told me, if I hadn't called just now?
God, I want to see your face more clearly so I can tell what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

"Well, guess the stars align for us again. I'm here and I'm all yours, if you want me.
Bella. I miss you. Terribly. I actually called, because your favorite band will be here and I wanted to take you there. For old times' sake?"

"You remembered!" You seem so happy, I'm floored.
"Call me an optimist - but the concert's six months from now."

I let that linger for a moment. Giving you time to process the implication.
My intention to spend the next six months with you, building a life, trying to overcome all the reasons we're not together right now. There must be a way to be happy together, right?
"Bella?"
"Edward. I was coming to see you, because I'm tired of being away from you. Everywhere I went, I missed you more. I kinda hate that you spoiled that for me. My solitude. My independent life. My heart at ease."
You pause, breathing hard. I can't believe what you just said! I never dared to hope.
"I would love to go to that concert with you. Six months from now." You look overwhelmed. Your hand on top of your long dark hair, then wiping away a tear that is on its way down your cheek.
I'm jealous of that tear right now. It's so close to you.
"I want to hold you so bad right now."
"Happy tears, Edward. Promise."
We both smile like teenagers.
"I love that I give you happy whatevers." Now it's my turn to tear up like a wuss.
"You do. You always have, Edward."