How can I love her...?

I’ve often been asked, “How can you love her, when she is so far away?” I shake my head, smile, and tell them they have clearly never known love like ours. While every part of me aches to have you in my arms, to brush your lips with mine, and to twine my fingers in yours, those things only serve to accentuate the love that overwhelms my heart at the thought of doing so. To believe that love must be expressed by something as fragile and temporary as the body in order to be real is to deny the reality of our finite vessels. The love we share is infinite, and so paltry things like time and distance are meaningless, and will live on long past when our bodies are no more than dust and memory.

How can I love you, when you are so far away? I can love you as truly as if you were beside me, because the air I breathe is the air you breathe. The sun that sparkles in your eyes does so in mine. The wind that brushes your cheek carries you to me on its wings. As all things are connected, so, too, are we. How can I love you? How can I not, when I hear you in the music that fills my days? How can I not, when I see the first blooms of spring, or the first snow of winter, both of which bear you to me? How can I not, when you exist, anywhere in this wide, beautiful world? Your heart calls to me, and I will answer, now and always. I love you, my sweet girl, with all that I am, all that I have been, and all that I hope to be in the light of your love.