My Aleena,
I wish I could hand this to you myself. Since I can’t "not yet" I’ve sent it the long way round: a letter you can hold, and this little piece of sky you can carry in your pocket.
Distance is a funny thing. It knows exactly how many miles lie between us, and has no idea how close you feel. You’re in every message I wait for, every call that ends too soon, and every time your laugh makes me forget how far away you are.
One day all of this will just be a story we tell. Until then, I’ll keep loving you from here. Love you to the moon and back.
Always yours,
me
P.S. Look up tonight — I’ll be looking at it too.