Two hearts on one journey 🫂🌎

Chapter 3: The Distance Between Us Means Nothing🚗......................🚙

Every time I pick up my phone to hear your voice or see your name pop up on my screen, it feels like the universe whispers, "There she is—the reason for everything." And, for a moment, I forget the miles between us. In those seconds, it's as if you're right here, sitting next to me, laughing that laugh of yours that makes my heart feel like it's about to burst.

But then reality sets in, and I remember: you're there, and I'm here. Yet somehow, we've made this distance beautiful. We've turned it into a canvas painted with late-night calls, whispered "I love yous," and countless shared moments that only we could create.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'd do if you were here right now. I wouldn't say a word at first—I'd just hold you, letting the world fade away until all that remained was you in my arms. I'd memorize the way your hair falls against your face, the way your eyes light up when you're happy, and the way your lips curve when you're about to laugh. And then, without hesitation, I'd tell you all the things I've been saving for the moments words feel bigger than silence.

I'd tell you how you've completely rewritten the meaning of love for me. Before you, love was just a word, something distant and fleeting. But now, love is your name. It's the way you make me feel safe when the world feels too big. It's the way you remind me that even on my worst days, I am enough—because I am yours.

I'd tell you that you've taught me patience, not because I wanted to wait to be near you, but because waiting for you is the easiest thing I've ever done. You're worth every second, every moment of longing, and every tear I've cried when the distance felt too much to bear.

And, oh, the things I'd do to make you laugh. You know how much I love your laugh. I'd dance around the room like a fool if it meant hearing it one more time. I'd tell you the dumbest jokes, the kind that make you roll your eyes but laugh anyway because you can't help yourself.

But let me be honest: it's not just the sweet moments I dream about. I want to feel your lips on mine, the warmth of your skin against my fingertips. I want to hear your voice in my ear, soft and unguarded, telling me all the things you only dare say when it's just the two of us. I want to explore every corner of your mind, your heart, your body, and show you just how much I crave you—not just in the romantic sense, but in the way someone craves their missing piece.

I'd tease you, of course. I'd playfully tug at your hair or steal kisses when you're trying to focus, just to see that adorable look you get when you pretend to be annoyed. But then I'd pull you close and remind you that no one else in the world could make me feel the way you do.

You know, I think the stars get jealous of us. They see the way we love each other, the way we've made something so beautiful out of the spaces between us, and they wish they could shine as brightly as we do.

Sometimes, I imagine our future together. I think about waking up next to you, your hair a mess, your face soft with sleep, and I smile because I know those mornings will be my favorite moments. I think about the life we'll build—the trips we'll take, the dreams we'll chase, the family we'll create.

And, someday, when we're old and gray, I'll pull out this book I'm writing for you. I'll read you these words, and we'll laugh and cry together because we'll remember the nights we spent apart, building something extraordinary.

Until then, I'll keep writing, keep loving you from afar, and keep reminding you that no amount of distance can ever diminish what we have. You are my home, my heart, my everything.

So tonight, when you lay your head down and close your eyes, I hope you feel me there with you. I hope you know that across the miles, someone loves you more deeply than words could ever