Today's OneWord: Distance

I loved her, but only at a distance. I sent letters, but never signed with my name. I never tried to be creepy with what I wrote - I merely sent good wishes, seasons greetings, the occasional update on how the town was doing now that she was gone. I knew she didn't want to hear from me, but perhaps, if I were merely a disembodied voice - a messenger - then she would accept my words. Maybe even treasure them.