The universe conspires—
    not to push us together,
    but to keep us…
                   just beyond reach.

Ice coats the roads,
    turning distance into something frozen,
    a wall built by winter’s breath.

My days are stolen
    by meetings that stretch too long,
    by decisions that demand me—

    even when I’d rather be with you.

And then,
    the strangest of barriers—
    a rare whisper of biology,
    an allergy no one else has,

    yet it chooses you,
           chooses us,

    an invisible line drawn by fate itself.

But still—
    we
    do
    not
    fade.

The space between us hums,
    not empty,
    not distant,

    but alive with something unspoken.

Words stretch like bridges,
    filling the gaps
    with meaning,
    with laughter,
    with understanding—

    woven tighter than before.

Every roadblock is a thread,
    and every missed moment
    a stitch pulling us closer,

    sewing something neither of us expected…
                 but neither of us resist.

If this is distance,
    then let it stay awhile,
    if only to prove that nothing—

    not storms,
    not time,
    not fate itself—

    can make us feel apart.