Loving from a Distance

I look into his deep blue eyes and I see compassion. I run my fingers through his curly red hair and feel intimacy. I press my lips to his soft cheek and melt. I wrap my arms around him and feel comfort. I look at his smile and see all the good things in the world.

I see the distance between us and my heart aches. I yearn for his kisses and I feel hopeless. I hear his voice, but it's not the same.

I love him. Yes, I love him and I cannot, no, _will_ not back down. I will stand by his side. I will be there for him, and he for me.

I don't deserve him. I never had. I never will. But he loves me, and I love him.

If only the distance were not so great. If only we could be close. But it doesn't matter. I will hang on. No matter what it takes.

He is my love. My darling. My dear. My Teddy Bear.

He makes me happy. He makes me feel as though I really do matter. He makes me feel that maybe loving from a distance is worth the pain. The agony. The heart aches. He makes me feel alive.