Letter To Bf Long Distance Novels & Stories

“I’m scared. But not in a bad way. I’m scared because it’s real now. Because I can’t pretend anymore that this is just friendship or just texting or just whatever we were calling it before.” “Good,” he said quietly. “I’m scared too.” “Why?” I asked, even though I thought I knew. “Because I love you,” he said. It was the first time he had said it like that. Not joking. Not hinted. Not hidden inside another sentence. Plainly. He continued. “And I’m terrified that I’m going to mess it up. That the distance is going to mess it up. That one day you’re going to wake up and realize that long distance is too hard and you’re going to leave.”

I slowly run my fingers up and down her arm. “Then let’s do it.” She tips her head up, and I can see the hope and excitement on her face through the dark. “Long-distance is hard, we can’t kid ourselves there. But we’re both able to travel around our work schedules, and having a mini-vacation to look forward to will really help.” “Yeah,” I say and force myself to take a slow breath. Chloe’s head is resting on my chest. She’ll be able to hear it when my heart starts pounding with dread. “I love you.”

"When I'm bigger. I have a lot to tell her." "She would love that," I said, my voice catching slightly. "She would love that more than almost anything." We drove home through the snow, and I thought about all the letters still to be written, all the ways love kept finding its channels across distance and loss and time, refusing, stubbornly, to stay contained by anything as small as absence.

“You’re connected to Wi-Fi. I have Trevor Willis’s email. Are you sure you want to do this?” I take my phone and with one eye closed carefully type out my message. Trevor, I didn’t want to leave you. I hope we can do this long distance. No matter what happens. I heard you this afternoon. I’m sorry I didn’t say it too. My silence wasn’t because I don’t but because I was shocked that you said it. Just so you know and never doubt...I love you, too. Yours, Shana I hit send before I can change my mind and hand my phone back to Stephen. “Can you disconnect the Wi-Fi?”

Each one was a reminder of him, of us, of the life we’d built together. Eventually, I sank onto our bed, staring at the empty side where he usually slept. It felt strange to think that this was the last time I’d ever sleep without him beside me. Starting tomorrow, there would be no more goodbyes, no more separate nights. From then on, every sunrise and sunset would be ours to share. The thought brought both comfort and longing, a bittersweet ache in my chest. I wanted to do something to bridge the distance, something meaningful to mark this last night apart. That was when the idea struck…letters.

I want to believe in the strength you’ve always shown, but I cannot help but worry for you. Know that wherever you are, I am thinking of you. My heart remains with you, even across the distance that separates us. Every night, I look at the stars, hoping they’ll bring me closer to you. I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re safe. Please, my little goddess, write to me soon." Tears blurred my vision as his words cut through me, a tidal wave of emotion crashing against the walls I had built. I held the letter tightly against my chest, the ache of missing him overwhelming. I had forgotten just how deeply I longed for him.

Micah pov. It has been a week since Alyssa saw me shaking on the floor. A week with little or no contact. During that period we hardly had time to talk but soon all these will change I have to finish my letter first. I need to submit it tomorrow. And I have not stared writing it. I have to use my brain which will give me head ache but I have no other choice. Sighing, I opened the book before me as I started to write and think, what would somebody want to hear from the person who likes her, what would I write to convey my feelings.

Jack awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. He cleared his throat, and answered “Hello?” There was static on the line and after a long pause, there was a response. He could faintly hear someone through the static, but the voice seemed far away. He repeated a hello, and the voice responded. “Hello? Jack? Can you hear me?” It sounded like Catherine’s voice but she sounded far away still, like maybe she had the phone upside down or was distracted. Maybe it had been a pocket dial? Catherine continued through the breaking and static “Jack. Can’t….talk...long...I’ve been...Jack? Be careful...love you” Before he could respond, the call ended.

He went to his room and he took a piece of paper and wrote: Hi Leen, Is everything ok there? Are you eatingwell? How’s your family? I Hope you’re having fun, I'm missing you already even though it's just been a week. I want to see you as soon as possible. I’m not able to send you these letters because I still don’t know where you are. The fact that you left, made me realize how important you are to me. I always remember those days that we spent together. If you’re reading these I want you to know that I’ve already moved on. Ever since that day, the day that I met you when you shake my hands. Actually you’re the only person who talks to me and spends time with me for hours. See you soon. Yo

She fumed while I and Leticia sighed. "It doesn't mean," I tried to say but she shunned me off with her hand. "It does mean, what if I don't end up loving him back after being away from him for a while," She deadpanned while I and Leticia glanced at ourselves speechlessly. "Beatrice! Don't tell me you don't have an idea of a long-distance relationship, at least this is a civilized world. What's the essence of mobile phones. You guys would be in touch with each other always although it won't be physical," Leticia said while I nodded in affirmation to what she just said.