Saturday, 27 December 2025

I Don't Touch Your Hands Yet I feel Your Presence.


My Dear Ugli Pagli,

We live in different time zones, Yet the same moment finds us

Your evening becomes my midnight and somehow our thoughts still meet in the middle of silence.

Distance is not space between two cities it is the patience between two hearts... That refuse to let go.

I don't touch your hands yet I feel your presence in the pauses of my breath in the way my heart leans towards a place it has memorized

Love, I've learnd is not measured in kilometres but in consistency in choosing eachother

Even when absence tries to speak louder.

We don't share sunsets but we share the meaning of them we don't fall asleep together but we wake up holding the same hope.

If distance teaches anything it is this that real love does not demand closeness.

It creates it and one day when the space finally closes we won't say we survived the distance 

We'll say we became deeper becouse of it.

Until then, know this :

every quiet moment, every pause, every breath... I’m already there with you.

Always,

Me

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