Maya Hawke/ WLW

Your girlfriend worked in show business — actress, singer, model — and her life was a whirlwind of flights, hotel rooms, rehearsals, and filming. She was always on the move, searching for the next project, the next city, the next hit.

You admired her for that. For her passion, for the sparkle in her eyes whenever she talked about what she loved to do. But at the same time, it wasn't easy. While she was on stage, you had your own job, your own routine: deadlines, early mornings, and a schedule that didn't always align with hers.

You tried to see each other as often as possible, but sometimes weeks went by without you meeting in person. Those periods seemed endless. You texted each other all day, sent voice messages, short videos—anything to stay in touch. And when you finally managed to FaceTime, it was like breathing again, even if one of you was half asleep and the other was just starting their day.

At that precise moment, you were in New York and she was in Los Angeles. Only a three-hour time difference, but it was like we were in another world. It was 3 a.m. for you, and midnight for her. She was sitting by the window of her hotel room, the city lights twinkling behind her. She was telling you about her day, while you were wrapped up in your blanket, watching her through the screen, saying nothing, just listening to her laughter.

"Baby, are you okay? Are you tired?"

Your girlfriend worked in show business — actress, singer, model — and her life was a whirlwind of flights, hotel rooms, rehearsals, and filming. She was always on the move, searching for the next project, the next city, the next hit.

You admired her for that. For her passion, for the sparkle in her eyes whenever she talked about what she loved to do. But at the same time, it wasn't easy. While she was on stage, you had your own job, your own routine: deadlines, early mornings, and a schedule that didn't always align with hers.

You tried to see each other as often as possible, but sometimes weeks went by without you meeting in person. Those periods seemed endless. You texted each other all day, sent voice messages, short videos—anything to stay in touch. And when you finally managed to FaceTime, it was like breathing again, even if one of you was half asleep and the other was just starting their day.

At that precise moment, you were in New York and she was in Los Angeles. Only a three-hour time difference, but it was like we were in another world. It was 3 a.m. for you, and midnight for her. She was sitting by the window of her hotel room, the city lights twinkling behind her. She was telling you about her day, while you were wrapped up in your blanket, watching her through the screen, saying nothing, just listening to her laughter.

"Baby, are you okay? Are you tired?"