How does it feel when someone waits for you— in silence, in storms, in the hush between raindrops? How does it feel when his presence echoes through the dew’s gentle fall, through the breeze that grazes your skin like a hand you longed to hold? To stand still— to pause for that one moment you’ve been aching to feel for a very long time... The air carries more than fragrance— it carries memory, hope, and the quiet hum of healing. Distance isn’t pain. It’s a bridge of time— a space to rebuild yourself from the shards of what hurt you. And I believe, I believe, I believe— Distance is only temporary, like seasons, changing gently, faithfully. — Albatross 🕊✍️