Long Distance Love Letter for Her

My Dearest Love,

It’s past midnight here. The world outside is still, but inside me, it’s anything but quiet. I lie here thinking about you, about us, and the space between our worlds. It’s funny how someone so far away can still feel closer than the people around me.

We speak often texts, calls, video chats that sometimes last into the early hours. But even with all that, I miss you in a way that technology just can’t fix. There are words I haven’t said yet, things that can’t be typed or spoken between digital gaps. That’s why I’m writing you this letter not to repeat what you already know, but to tell you everything I’ve been carrying in silence.

You are my calm, my comfort, my home. And every day without you feels like walking through a world that’s lost its color. You’ve taken a piece of my heart with you, and though I’m glad it’s with you, I miss the weight of it being here.

Remember the night before you left? You leaned into me, trying to be strong, but I felt your hands tremble slightly in mine. I kissed your forehead and said, “We’ll get through this.” I believed it. I still do. But I never expected how much it would ache.

Sometimes I catch myself smiling at your texts in public, or rewatching old photos just to feel close. Other times, I wake up reaching for you, only to find empty sheets and a rush of reality that hits me like cold air. That’s the hardest part the mornings. They feel the loneliest without you in them.

But love like ours isn’t meant to be easy. It’s meant to be true.

And it is.

I want you to know I don’t take a second of this for granted. You’ve shown me what commitment really means. Loving from a distance means choosing each other over and over again, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. It means believing in something we can’t touch but still feel deeply in our bones.

I think about our future often about waking up next to you instead of to a phone screen. About hearing your laugh echo through our home, not through speakers. About simple things: cooking dinner together, walking in silence, holding your hand without having to say goodbye at the end of the night.

I imagine those moments more vividly than any dream I’ve had.

Until then, I’ll keep loving you through this distance. I’ll keep writing you these letters, whether I send them or not. Because you deserve to know that you’re thought of constantly not just during our calls, but in the in-between moments: the walk to work, the quiet coffee breaks, the silent elevator rides, the long nights when sleep doesn’t come.

Some people say distance makes love fade, but with you, it only deepens. Every mile between us reminds me of how strong we are, how rare this is, and how worth it you are.

You are not just someone I love you are someone I believe in.

And when this chapter ends when the flights are booked, and the hugs no longer come with time limits I will look at you and know it was all worth it. Every ache, every tear, every second of waiting.

So until I can hold you again, let this letter be the touch of my hand on your back, the whisper of my love in your ear, and the promise of forever in my heart.

I love you.

I miss you.

And I’m not going anywhere.

Forever yours,

Me