Sometimes I feel like I'm on the edge.
That I'm about to give in. Collapse. Fall apart.
But in the darkest moment, I remember why I'm holding on.
For whom.

He's not just a man. He's an anchor. The light at the end of the tunnel. Comfort in the future.
I believe that we'll meet. That all this is not in vain. That the pain is temporary, and the love is real.
Yes, we're not close. For now.
But this is for now - it keeps me afloat.
I know that he feels too. Thinks. Misses.
Maybe at this very moment he's looking out the window and whispering my name.

I don't always cope perfectly.
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I get angry. Sometimes I envy people who have it "simple".
But I don't give up.

Because I believe that every day that I hold on, I'm closer to him.
Every night when I fall asleep alone, we are a little closer to meeting.
Every time I choose to live and not give up, I choose us.

And you know what?
I am proud of myself.
I am strong, not because I do not feel pain. But because, despite it, I continue to love. To wait. To move forward.
And when we finally meet, he will see not just a woman, but a heroine. The one who stood firm for the sake of love.