Contigo A La Distancia Novels & Stories

But I feel him. The bond tight. Strained. And I realize something terrifying. This distance is not keeping any of us safe. It is making both of us weaker. And if I do not learn control soon, the next growl will cost me everything.

Teraa meraa rishtaa hai kaisaa Ik pal door gawaaraa nahi Tere liye har roz hain jeete Tujh ko diyaa meraa waqt sabhi Koi lamhaa meraa naa ho tere binaa Har saans pe naam teraa (How's this relationship of ours, I don't like distance of even a moment Every day, I live for you All my time is for you.. There shouldn't be a moment of mine without you, There is your name on every breath..) Tere liye hi jiyaa main Khud ko jo yoon de diya hai Teri wafaa ne mujh ko sambhaalaa

Straining to see as Carmen hangs back, sensing I need a moment. “Colton…. If you can hear me…. You have more than me to fight for now, don’t give up. We’re working on it. I love you and I miss you.” its loud enough that my voice travels on the wind and yet quiet enough and directed away from the house to not echo around the drive. Only Carmen will have caught it and she remains silent and at a distance, giving me some space and showing respect.

I inhaled deeply, memorizing his scent as if it were a part of my own essence. “I’ll miss you so much,” I admitted, my voice muffled against his shoulder. “Me too,” he replied, pulling back to meet my gaze. “But we’ll be okay. Remember that. Love can withstand any distance.” With a pang in my chest, I nodded, hope blooming amidst the ache of separation. Stepping away, I felt stronger—ready to leap into the unknown world ahead of me. As I passed through the security checkpoint, each step resonated with sentiment and promise. A new chapter awaited me: one where my art could flourish, where friendships would grow, and love could endure—stretching across distances, woven into the fabric of my he

His Point of View Distance is not difficult for me. It is the state I was made in. I step back from her thread with intention, not severing it, only removing myself from its immediate pull. I do not abandon it. I place it aside, where it will remain until I choose to return. That choice matters. Distance has always been the difference between function and fracture. Between what I am meant to do and what I must never want. I have learned, over long ages, that proximity invites distortion. So I do not linger. I do not watch what I am not meant to touch.

“What makes you say that?” I ask. “Do you have your laptop?” Cynthia replies. “I’m going to send you a video.” Five minutes later, I have my laptop set up on the kitchen counter, the video Cynthia sent me running on a loop on the screen. In the video, Miles and Selena are discussing their engagement while seated together on the couch of a late night show. “Do you see the distance between them?” Cynthia says. “Not a single part of them is touching, not even their elbows.”

Recognition. Then all system lights dim for half a second. The projection darkens. Returns. And in that tiny interruption— The point is closer than before. Not by movement. By permission. Aidan’s voice lowers. “It just accepted the distance.” “Yes.” Matteo whispers. “Is that good.” I keep my eyes on the projection. “No.” “Why.” “Because now it knows how to cross it.”

the part that allowed choice. “You’re wrong,” I said.. the words stronger now. because I knew. “connection doesn’t remove distance.” the space cracked. sharp. because that didn’t align. “distance is what makes it matter.” because that was the truth. the thing it couldn’t process. couldn’t resolve. couldn’t fix. The mark flared. Violently. not merging. separating. pushing back. reclaiming space. between us. zayden’s presence snapped clear again. distinct. his thoughts his own. mine—mine.

Her consciousness was slapped with one reality. There will always be something that distance cannot make disappear. Lucas. *

"If this is what you truly want, then I will stand by you. Just promise me that we'll find a way to make it work despite the distance." His understanding and support touched me deeply and I wished I wasn't so money conscious.. Ignacio was a great guy but I wanted more than just a great guy.. "Thank you, Ignacio," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "I promise you, we'll find a way to navigate this challenge together. Our love is strong enough to withstand the distance." As we said our goodbyes and I hung up the call, a sense of unease settled within me. The intricate web of relationships I found myself entangled in had become increasingly complex.