She's the kind of girl you don't just meet - you feel her. In every word she speaks, there's warmth; in every silence, there's comfort. I've never held her hand, never seen her smile in person - but somehow, she's everywhere. She's in the way my heart races when her name lights up my screen, in the way my day feels incomplete without her voice. She's soft and strong, distant but so close. The kind of beautiful that isn't just seen, but felt - in her kindness, her laughter, and the way she understands me without trying. She's my calm and my chaos, my missing piece. And even from miles away, she's home.