# Love From Afar I come to you on the wings of wind, a whisper that dissolves before it lands— you'll never know I passed this way, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine on the corner of your street. I am the shadow that follows you at dusk, lengthening as the sun descends, faithful as a dog that knows it cannot enter the house, content to lie upon the threshold. My letters burn before they reach your hands. My words scatter like birds startled from their roosts— they circle once above your head and fly away toward some other sky. You walk through crowds and I am there, one face among ten thousand, the stranger whose eyes catch yours for half a second, then turn toward the rain. This love needs no response, asks nothing of you— not recognition, not return. It is complete in its own ache, whole in its own distance. Like a planet that circles the sun but never touches it, I keep my orbit true, content to be warmed by the light that will never know my name.