A sad reality it is. Constant struggle, never ending agony amidst the love. Something as simple as a glass screen separating life from perfection. The children of this eternal separation are depression, sadness, and an oddly satisfying wisdom. Never will you be able to hold her in your arms, but, that's what draws you so close. The fruitful affection you excrete has its resolve strengthened by the fact that she'll never really be beside you, gently resting her head on your shoulder, knowing you're the only one who can protect and nurture her in the way she truly wants to be cared for. We are humbled by this truth, and our commitment is bolstered by these facts as well.
Never allow these truths to stop your endurance, or dent your constitution. She is your waifu, and that's the greatest fact of all...