Miles Mean Nothing To Us

Every morning I wake up reaching for you, and every morning the space beside me reminds me how far you've gone. But then I close my eyes and hear your voice from last night's call, and somehow the distance feels smaller than the sheets.

I am collecting moments for us like coins in a jar—every sunset you'd love, every song that sounds like your laugh, every quiet street I walk while imagining your hand in mine. One day I'll spill them all at your feet, and we'll remember this season not as longing but as proof that we stayed true.