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.