Our destination is far,
Yet our hearts are already there.
We are made for each other,
But trapped where our eyes can't meet.
We live in each other—
In whispers, in phone calls, in quiet thoughts.
Distance aches, but love holds stronger.
The longing pinches, yet never breaks us.
We are diamonds—unshaken, unbreakable.
Why search for gold when we have something rarer?
Miles apart yet souls woven
With eyes longing for the day
To reach our destination.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:36 AM UTC
Our destination is far,
Yet our hearts are already there.
We are made for each other,
But trapped where our eyes can't meet.
We live in each other—
In whispers, in phone calls, in quiet thoughts.
Distance aches, but love holds stronger.
The longing pinches, yet never breaks us.
We are diamonds—unshaken, unbreakable.
Why search for gold when we have something rarer?
Miles apart yet souls woven
With eyes longing for the day
To reach our destination.
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