Until We Meet...

My dearest,

We have never stood in the same room, never taken a single picture together — and yet, somehow, you feel like the most familiar part of my day.

Every "good morning" you sent became a small sunrise. Every "good night" became a place I could rest. Somewhere between our late conversations and quiet silences, you stopped being a message on a screen and became someone I think of before I even open my eyes.

I don't have a photograph to hold onto. But I have your words, saved and re-read more times than I'll ever admit. I have the sound of your name in my head, said the way I'd say it if you were near.

Maybe we haven't made memories the way most people do. But this — this counts too. This is real. And I am grateful for every ordinary moment you've shared with me.

Until we meet,
always yours.