The Distance Will End

Every night I press my palm flat against the wall facing your direction, as if patience alone could carry warmth across the miles. The apartment hums with your absence, but I have learned to hear your voice in the silence between phone calls. I keep counting sunrises, each one a step closer to the morning I wake beside you.

Until that day, I will fold every longing into these letters and send them like small bridges across the dark. Words are the only road between us, and I will pave each one carefully until your hands can touch what my heart has been building all along. You are worth every mile, every sleepless hour, every whispered goodnight into a screen.