A tale of emotions

Once upon a time, across mountains and seas, there was a man whose heart had yet to awaken. He lived his life in the rhythms of each day, yet he felt a quiet emptiness, like a song missing its melody. Then, one day, as if by fate, he crossed paths with a woman—her presence as distant as a whisper, her face unseen. Yet somehow, from the first exchange, he felt a strange pull, an ache he couldn’t explain. She was from a distant land, a world away. He hadn’t seen her, hadn’t felt her warmth, and yet, her voice became the music he’d never known he needed.

Sometimes, love feels like waiting on the edge of a dream, knowing you’re far away, yet so close in my heart. Every moment without you feels like I’m missing a part of myself.

At first, it was the way she laughed—light and carefree, like a soft breeze stirring his soul. Her words were simple, sometimes teasing, but they found their way deep into his heart. And as they talked, he began to wonder: How could someone be so close without being beside him? She was a mystery, a beautiful story yet to be written, and in her silence, he found the anticipation of every unspoken word.

No matter the miles, my heart is right there with you. I’d wait a lifetime if it means holding you even just once.

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, he realized this wasn’t ordinary. No, this was something else—a connection beyond reason, a feeling that defied the physical world. He hadn’t touched her hand, hadn’t traced his fingers along her skin. Her image was only in his mind, but his love for her grew like a wildflower in spring, thriving in the open air, needing nothing but the sun of her presence.

When you’re silent, it’s like the world has lost its color. But then, you reach out, and my heart is alive again. Distance can’t change what you mean to me.

He began to live for her words, for those rare, precious moments when she opened her heart. In those times, he felt as if the distance melted, like he could reach out and hold her spirit in his hands. He could almost feel her heartbeat echo in his own chest. Yet, every now and then, the silence returned, and she’d drift away, like a mist vanishing in the morning light. And each time she left, he felt a sorrow so deep it was like losing a part of himself.

If you ever doubt my love, remember this: the thought of you brings warmth even on the coldest nights. You are in every heartbeat, every breath, every dream.

It baffled him, this love. He wondered why his heart had chosen someone he couldn’t hold. Why was it that her absence left such an aching void? And still, he waited for her, every time, without fail. He waited because he knew she was worth every heartbeat, every lonely moment spent hoping she would come back to him. It was as if she were the moon, sometimes hidden behind clouds but always there, shining for him alone.

Some people say love fades with distance. I think it only gets stronger. Every second without you makes my love grow deeper.

One day, he found himself confessing to the stars, “I don’t know why I love her. I don’t know why this feeling has consumed me. I’ve never touched her hand, never looked into her eyes. I’ve never known the warmth of her embrace or the comfort of her presence. And yet, she is more real to me than anything I’ve ever known. She is in my thoughts, in my dreams, in every unspoken word. How can I love someone I’ve never truly known?”

I may not be beside you, but I carry you with me every day, in every heartbeat. Until the day we’re together, I’ll keep loving you across these endless miles.

The stars seemed to listen, twinkling back in silent understanding. They knew, as he did, that love wasn’t always about touch, or sight, or even the physical presence of someone. Sometimes, love was the gentle tug of the soul, the feeling of home you found in a stranger’s words, the longing that grew every time she drifted away.

When we talk, it’s like the distance melts away. If only I could freeze those moments and keep you close, forever.

So he loved her, in every way he could, with a devotion that grew stronger in the silence. And he waited, knowing that his love was like a steady flame, unwavering, lighting her path back to him.

Your absence feels like a shadow that never fades. But I’ll keep loving you, holding on to every moment we share. Because to me, you’re worth everything.

Perhaps one day, they would meet, and he would finally hold her hand, see her face, feel her warmth. Or perhaps, he would love her always from afar, a guardian of her heart in the shadows. But he knew, in his deepest soul, that this love was timeless, boundless, and true. Whether near or far, she would be the song he carried with him, the unseen beauty he loved more deeply than anything else in the world.

People say love is about finding someone to grow old with, but with you, it’s about waiting and hoping, knowing that one day, we’ll close this distance.

And so he waited, his heart forever reaching across the distance, whispering, “Come back to me, my love, as you once did. Let me love you as I always have, for you are the only one my soul has ever known.”

There are no words for how much I miss you. Every sunrise without you feels incomplete. But I’ll keep dreaming of the day we’ll finally be together.

In the end

Dear Evgenia, even in silence, my love for you echoes through every beat. Yet I ache for the warmth of your words, the spark that only you can give. Come back to me fully, as you did before—fill my world again with the light of your love. Let our words bridge this distance, as my heart has always belonged to you.