Across the miles

There are many forms of language:

a way to express our feelings to others, 

a method of human communication that shows their emotions and the depth of their feelings.

And.. the language I loved the most was a warm and welcoming gesture, a figure standing there when the long-awaited moment arrived. The distance that once seemed insurmountable faded away, replaced by the comfort of knowing that the wait was over. 

It is a reward for the miles endured and the moments longed for.

This silent language of feelings, a simple embrace, spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion far beyond any words could express.

This.. means so much to me.