2,117 miles.
That is how far our love stretches.
2,117 miles.
Being apart from her is no easy feat, but when you love someone as deeply as I love her, every mile between us is but a number.
2,117 miles.
Flying to her felt like waking up to a whole new world of opportunities. The hours on the planes to her were split seconds.
2,117 miles.
When I landed and was collecting my baggage, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. When she called out my name, suddenly the time and miles apart shrank away and all that mattered was her right here in front of me. Real. Touchable. Solid.
2,117 miles.
The flight back was hell. Suddenly those miles felt like 4,234 miles apart. I didn't want to leave.
2,117 miles.
All I can do now is work and work and work and save, because soon those miles will dissipate into nothing when I am there with her again for good.
2,117 miles.
That is how far our love stretches.
