So Far, Still Mine! Nights stretch longer when you're miles away. The bed feels colder. The silence grows louder. And sometimes, the ache of missing you feels like a slow-burning fire in my chest. Loving from afar isn’t for the faint-hearted. It’s a daily battle between trust and doubt, hope and fear, strength and vulnerability. It’s staring at your last message, re-reading it for traces of warmth. It’s waking up at 2 a.m. and reaching for a presence that’s not there — only to be reminded again… You’re so far. Some days, the silence is deafening. Some nights, my mind whispers insecurities — "Is he thinking of me?" "Does he feel the distance like I do?" "Am I still enough?" But then I remember your voice, soft and certain. I remember the way you say my name — like it means something sacred. I remember your promises, your little reassurances tucked in between casual conversations. I hold on to those like lifelines. Because love, true love, stretches. It bends. It waits. It speaks even when there are no words. It believes, even when doubt tries to creep in. And it holds on — fiercely — until time, life, and destiny align. So even when the ache is unbearable, Even when the world feels empty without your touch, I keep loving you — from a distance. Because in every heartbeat, I’m whispering your name. In every lonely night, I’m dreaming of the day you return. And in every moment of silence, I choose to believe… You may be far — but you’re still mine! Giftie writes...✍️