Distance Relationship Letter Novels & Stories

, I said. "And short as fuck ". "When is your closet break?", I asked. "Next month ". I groaned "How long is it going to last?". "Like a week". I groaned again. "I hate long distance ", I mumbled. "We're in the same country", I said. "And you're 7 million kilometers away from me ", I grumbled. "Friday is in two days, and then I'll get to see you again ". "I can't wait ", I said smiling.

"So are you suggesting I leave Ryan, to be sure I really want to be with him? I mean, that's how you found out this lady was the greatest love of your life, right?" "You could achieve that, without having to leave him. Clearly, that would be such a difficult task for you." He chuckled, making my ears go hot in embarrassment. "The reason I told you this story, is to place emphasis on the fact that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Sometimes, it doesn't necessarily have to be physical distance. Emotional distance could work as well. All you need, is some space to gain clarity of your mind. To be sure you really know what you want."

During the time when they discussed such things, Marie dreamt if it was ever going to be possible for her to feel just the same and not be separated from her family members after a couple of days or weeks. But the depressing part about it was that even though it was happening, her newly built friendship with her best friend, Jean, was going to be at risk. Distance was not something that was looked forward to. That was because the people their age were never made to believe that being away could still sustain a bond. They were taught that physical proximity was very important to build any relationship even after their parents themselves had put their kids into the hostel; keeping them away an

“It does. Time makes it a lot worse.” “Does it affect you? Nana said once that being away for too long could be dangerous.” “It does and it is.” “How?” “Look, I don’t like to talk about it, Mom and Dad found out only last year, but I suppose if you’re contemplating a distance relationship you should know. But I don’t want you to spread this, okay?” I nodded anxiously.

"Avoiding is an emotion. Distance is a decision." I could see her take a breath, holding something back. "Lucian," she said softly, "we need to talk." I stood up. My steps were measured as I walked toward her, stopping at a safe distance—far enough not to touch her, close enough to make her aware that I wasn't wavering. "Right," I said. I picked up the black folder from the table. A folder I didn't even need to open. "Do you remember the first clause of our contract?" I asked.

Which for the most part of the relationship was long distance as I was out of the states for a trainee program in hospitality management. Caleb made it easy to believe distance didn't matter. He has been reassuring, gentle and patient. The kind of man that remembered every tiny detail about me without even trying even though we were miles away from each other. From the late night calls, surprise flower deliveries, and random date nights over FaceTime, and somehow, we made it work. It felt really good to be back home after such a long time away. As I got out of the shower, my phone buzzed on the bed and I rushed to grab it.

The letter was the first external confirmation of what I had been sitting with. Not the first external consequence. There had been others. Quieter ones. The specific social cooling that happened in the world I moved in when something significant became known. The reduced invitations. The shorter calls. The particular quality of polite distance that was different from warmth and everyone understood the difference even when no one named it. I had been noticing. I had been letting it be what it was. But the letter was different. The letter was twenty two years. And honest rather than cruel. I picked it up.

"Oh, Mrs. Grayson is here. Sorry for the interruption." Her dejected look prompted Victor to call after her, "No need. She's leaving." His pointed glare urged me to go. Unfazed, I opened the document and tapped the signature line. "Sign here, and I'll be gone." He shot to his feet, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing with anger. Helene sensed the tension in the air, lowering her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were discussing business." She cast Victor a wounded glance and hurried out.

"What if I really need to kiss you during a boring board meeting?" "Then you wait until after work like a responsible adult." I kissed him quickly. "Alexander, we have to be careful. One slip and everyone will know." "You're right." He sighed. "Professional distance at the office. We save this for private." We drove separately to Thompson Enterprises and I went straight to my office without stopping by Alexander's. But within an hour I got a text from him. "Missing you already. This professional distance thing is harder than I thought." I smiled at my phone and typed back. "Focus on work. You'll see me tonight."

Perhaps we should be more careful. Candy recalled her recent interactions with Cleveland. Indeed, even in really loose terms, she had surpassed the distance with Cleveland as ordinary friends. It didn't matter if Candy didn't realize it. However, she currently did and needed to do something about it. Candy nodded slightly to show her agreement. "Then... should we keep some distance in the future?" Cleveland felt that this was indeed the way it should be, so he replied, "Yes." What exists, exists. Once detected, it would be hard to ignore.