If only I could reach you, I'd embrace you with all my strength.
We're divided farther than the eye can see. Even if you stretch out your hand, you can't reach her. But I disappear into the Atlantic when you gaze so far beyond me, looking for a lover's embrace.
If only you were mine...
There is a reason why this is so pathetically short. The challenge was to write a story of approximately fifty-words. More than fifty, but no more than fifty-five.