Far Away Love Novels & Stories

“Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love me. Don’t tell me distance is stronger than what’s between us. I can’t…” “You can’t promise me it won’t break us,” i whispered, pulling his hands down. “I’ve seen long-distance tear people apart. They start strong. They swear they’ll hold on. Then time, temptation, loneliness… it eats at them. I won’t put us through that.” His jaw clenched. “So your answer is just…what? Let me go? Walk away from what we’ve built?”

As you go so far My heart says stay back Because it clinches for your smile It cannot relate someone so pure It cannot stay so endure You are carrying my heart away So peaceful and keen to say That I love you And I will love you Till the end

"You've been away too long." ***

Your love have changed the whole of my heart and I am promising you my everlasting love. I may be far from you, but you are still close to my heart. Do you think that I can ever forget you in my life? No, you are such an irrepleceable person to me. Though, we have been temporarily separated by distance, but I wish to let you know that the level of love that I have for you is still the same. You have made a permanent footprints in me that will be difficult to erase. I have been having sleepless nights because I miss you greatly. I wish to always be with you everyday and I know that it is going to be like that very soon. In everything that you do, know that I still love you and my heart is whe

"Wha-?" "Akiaya I have loved you from Afar. Each of these flowers will attest to my feelings for you. Pink camellia because I'm longing to be with you. Red because you are a flame in my heart. White jasmine because you would be the sweetest love. Morning glory because I want to give you all of my affection. A red rose for love. Aster, carnation, gardenia, heliotrope, hyacinth, and yarrow because my love for you is pure, a secret, everlasting and eternal. Lavender to show my devotion to you. Clover to ask you to think if me. And finally Azalea your favorite flower the meaning of a fragile passion. A passion I fell for years before. Will you please allow me to love you the way you deserve to b

"How will leaving for Dubai make me safe? You're cruel." He went silent again, stroking my hair gently. "I love you." "What if I stop loving you because you're too far?" I wondered aloud. I knew it wasn't possible but what if it happened? My love for him was still growing. "It doesn't work that way. Being far away from the ones you love strengthens the love. When you miss me, you'll love me more." "I hope so." "I'm certain. I'll create time to talk to you frequently." He promised.

I tried to liss her by telling her that it was just short-term training, and it seemed to work out perfectly. She returned home, and I headed back. In the other pocket of the suit, there was another sticky note, reading: “far from my eyes, but close to me! Far from me, but close to me! Far from my reach, but too close to my heart. May my love protect you from everything out there. I love you so much; I love you with Cordial Intent. Love T.” Reading that made me teary, but I managed not to cry at any cost.

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

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

This time, I was walking forward on my own. In the wind, I seemed to hear a distant conversation, as if voices from another world were intertwining here. “How’s it going? Is it over?” a voice asked quietly. “It’s over. It’s over.” The other voice responded, “How do you think the hero in those campus romance novels ended up straying so far from his character?” “Human nature is unpredictable, and love is even more complicated. That’s why our ‘Mom’s Rescue System’ is running under the guise of the Love Pawnshop—helping the betrayed heroines.”