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To the angel from across the world,
It has been eleven months since I found you—eleven months since the universe decided to pair two strangers who never knew each other nor would expect to figure out that they would be in love together.
Isn’t it insane? That we fell in love through a screen; through an inbox filled with guests we knew nothing about other than their names, and yet fate connected two people—us—living oceans apart. Sometimes I try to retrace the exact moment that started it all: the moment I hear your voice from afar and your name lit up next to a profile, I didn’t know would eventually mean everything.
You were a stranger in my eyes, and now the love of my life.
From the beginning, something about you felt real that is indescribable. Maybe that is what pulled me close to you as this intriguing feeling slowly shifted into fondness. I found your way of speech adorable. I love the sound of your voice whenever you tackle along with the others over the given topic on the table. Your smile captivates me every moment I could capture it—I have fallen deep into your spell and I never wished to turn my back from it.
That one moment—that one specific night—our stars aligned, and so were our hearts when these shortcomings of conversation turned into hidden confessions. From the little bickering down to the teasing, I finally get to know a bit more about you, and every fact I grasp would always leave me fascinated. I’ve heard people say “you just know” when it comes to finding ‘the one’, and I honestly thought it was just a myth to contribute to love stories we’d read, but the universe proved me wrong at that instant; I just knew it’s you.
We are thousands of miles apart, separated by time zones, and to think that we’d never even stood in the same room for so long, none of that ever mattered. With you, the distance is inexistent for I could always feel your heart beating close to mine. We built something out of this much patience and it continuously solidifies in our lives that made us take the fall no matter what—distance never took us apart.
And did I mention that I am the luckiest to have you? Even on the days we barely talk, I still feel you everywhere: in the songs we both love, in the way I crave every snack you like, in the ache that settles into my bones when I miss your voice just a little too much—all of it means so much to me that I would never replace it with anything else.
And that voice—my sweet angel, you don’t even know how much it healed me.
The way you hum soft melodies that barely cross your lips as you’re focused with your brows furrowed while leaning on the screen as I watched—all my worries fade away as my smile never left, witnessing every little thing you do that will always be charming for me. You sound like comfort—you feel like home—even when you’re halfway across the world.
And although most of our calls are quiet, it felt romantic that I never expected to love so much. People think long-distance means constant talking, long paragraphs, or dramatic late-night confessions, but honestly, even the silence is our love language; just knowing that you're there, and you know I am too, while we work on our individual things—with you either reading or doing homework while I attend chores and prepare for work—there’s nothing needed to be said when your presence is right there for me to see. It’s perfect. Romantic. Just hearing you breathe on the other side of the line is already soothing, and knowing you’re existing in the same moment I am, despite that we’re four hours apart, felt more of a gift I still had no idea how I got lucky enough to receive.
You chose me. Out of everyone, you said yes to me not even once or twice—you remind me every single day just by the way you’d never miss a morning to greet me or send me pictures of your surroundings.
And I don’t take all of that for granted.
I have mentioned this multiple times, but I used to run from love. I convinced myself that I didn’t need it, and that it would slow me down, distract me, and ruin me the same way as how it did in the past. Yet, I chose to break the rules I have implemented. I let the walls fall and crumble and let you in. I gave in to the idea that love is nothing but a curse; in fact you broke that curse for me to believe in love again. That is how I realized you saved me.
And now, even on the rough days when we miss each other’s calls, or messages when we’re too tired to type full replies, or when the distance aches like a bruise whenever I crave for a kiss and an embrace from you—even then, I don’t, and would never, regret a thing about us. Because throughout these eleven months, I learned that love isn’t always loud.
Sometimes, love is falling asleep to your voice.
Sometimes, love is hearing you hum and watch you achieve your dreams.
Sometimes, love is just sitting in silence with you and that makes everything better than it already was.
Sometimes, love is us talking about our favorite artists or fanfictions we’ve read.
Sometimes, love is watching cat videos we’d send to each other, finding it both funny and adorable at the same time.
Sometimes, love is just us.
The future is still unknown and we are clueless of what it holds for us. But I hope that one day, this distance will disappear for good where I could finally get to wrap my arms around you and never let go, take you to places that are as beautiful as you, treat you with every food you like, and kiss you like there is no tomorrow.
Until then, let us hold this love we have—hold us—with both hands while we work hard to reach for our own aspirations together.
To my favorite hello, my hardest goodbye every night, and my always, thank you for being mine and for letting me love you like this.
You are—and I mean this in the deepest, softest, genuine way — the most beautiful part of my life.
These prose may not be enough, nor all of the voicemails I’ve left to listen and hear me whisper my love for you, yet all that I have said are honest and true—I love you, forever. And I’ll love you through the distance and the silence—through it all.
Written with all my heart and more,
Forever your lucky charm, D.