There she was, a girl of the Atlantic, facing a problem as big and wide as the Pacific. How to get from one to the other?
Build a bridge. Go to him know, that's the first thing. Just because you haven't seen the Pacific doesn't mean you can't feel the tides in you.
She opened the door and slid in next to him.
Look at him, he's right there.
She reached her arms all the way across the great Pacific and collected him, like a big wave pulling beach rocks out to sea, gathered him in close, not letting go.
Another 100-word epic previously published at Drabble Rousers, which is apparently and sadly no more.