He said there’s hope. Like the first flower to bloom in the spring, a gentle reminder that life is on its way. She could not see herself with any one else. Although she tried, yours was the face she always came back to.

This not failure, rather a means to succeed.

He has the big picture hanging on his wall. She only has a few remnants of puzzle pieces with which to judge this circumstance by. She see the days, weeks, and months. He sees eternity. An eternity in which he thinks about her every minute. But with these thoughts come hope and pleasant expectation. What will be, will be.

Until then, my love, you’re my favorite part of every day. Dreaming of you passes the time and eases the frustration caused by the subtle distance - the reality that you’re only a few breaths away.