Far Away From Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We're going to be almost 100 miles away..." "And...?" I said slowly, "We can do this, we can last this..." "We can't." The other girl stepped away from me, placing her hands on my cheeks. I didn't understand. Why not? We loved each other, right? Long-distance would be hard, I knew that, but not impossible. Mirrors and melodies fall to the ground... "I can't do that to you, Mel, I'm sorry..." Suddenly, the world began to break down around me. Was she breaking up with me? No... no- I had depended on her for so long... She promised she wouldn't leave...

“I knоw, bаbу gіrl, but lооk hоw fаr wе’vе соmе in thе lаѕt fеw months. I mау bе thousands оf mіlеѕ away, but thе dіvіdе between us hаѕ gоnе. I’m only a рhоnе саll away, we’re nоt араrt rеаllу. Wе wіll аlwауѕ be connected bу the lоvе wе hаvе іn оur hеаrtѕ.”

"What about us?" "Us?" I repeat him surprised. "Yes, us. You say you love me but... How would this work out if you are six hours away from me? I for sure know a long-distance relationship won't work." "I love you, yes... But you don't love me," I whisper. "Little one, I-"

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

Chapter 13 --- Elena let out a deep breath. The brief happiness she had felt because her husband had been treating her kindly lately had made her forget about her unhappy marriage. "For a moment I forgot that he doesn't want me. Just a little kindness from him was enough to make me this happy." "I'm afraid my heart will shatter even more if I let myself fall deeper..." "For some reason he feels farther and farther away. He stands close to me, yet he feels distant—like a magnificent mountain that appears near but is actually far beyond reach."

And by the way before you go I'd like to say I love you so if it's goodbye maybe for good I will not cry maybe I should and I I love you so Oh how this year has slipped away we shed no tears so why today and all this time has made me feel love is no crime and love is real and I Ooh! and I love you so and I ooh I love you so Remember me when you're far away I'll remember you no matter where I stay And by the way before you go I like to say I love you so and all this time has made me feel love is no crime and love is real maybe I should and I I ooh I love you I ooh I love you so

I said feeling tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, Lucas nodded, I started walking away from him, I wanted to be alone, he can never change. I started walking, with no clue of where the hell I was going, but as long as it's far from him, I'll be fine. I didn't realize how far I walked but I walked a lot, I was facing a lake, it wasn't icy or anything, but it seemed cold.

But I know this version of me is learning something essential: Love isn’t proven by proximity. It’s proven by what you do with the distance.

“D-Does any one need a reason to love someone? I-I just do.” For a moment, I thought my words got to him. But instead, he ripped my hand away from him, “It doesn’t matter. If you stay close to me, you’ll get hurt. You need to go far away.” Tears spilled freely down my cheeks now, but I shook my head furiously. “Aren’t you listening? I can’t live without you. I love you!”

Serena In love. Love. A word that once felt so distant, like something other people spoke about but I never fully understood. My father loved me, I got to learn, in his own way. His version of love was distant, like the feeling of staring at the stars from a million miles away. A hug was rare, and at some point, a kind word was even rarer. Yet, I knew, deep down, that he cared. In his own way. It was just buried beneath the weight of his shortcomings with my mother.