Chris▼el

Ours is not one of them.

Ours bears the cruel face of distance, that invisible border that does not kill love but forces it to exist with empty hands.

Even when it feels like an endless ocean, I keep thinking that oceans were made to be crossed, not to surrender before them.

Because you are still breathing beneath the same sky, you still exist somewhere in this world and there is something about that that feels a lot like hope.

There are nights when the pain convinces me that everything is lost but then I remember that our story end because of miles and no matter how vast they seem, are still less final than a permanent goodbye.

That is why I want to believe that some distances can be shortened, that some paths can find each other again, that some hearts can learn how to return.

Maybe it is naive, maybe it is only love speaking through its wounds but there is a part of me that still refuses to turn you into the past.

Because as long as life keeps writing new pages, as long as there are mornings we have not yet lived, I will keep believing that it is worth fighting for something that once felt like home.

And maybe we will never overcome the distance or maybe we will but if there is one thing I have learned from loving you, it is that some feelings are far too precious to abandon without fighting for them until the very end.