Love Poems Long Distance Relationship Novels & Stories

No futures were being dragged into the present to prove something. And still something held. Choice held. Respect held. The willingness to keep answering when distance asked questions. That was the thing. Love didn’t always feel like being together. Sometimes it felt like standing where you were grounded, open, deliberate and knowing that somewhere else, someone you loved was doing the same. And that what held between you wasn’t proximity, but intention strong enough to stretch without breaking.

Victor is shifting to hide his immediate reaction to her nearness. "I'm so glad we don't have to do the long-distance thing." "Victor, I don't think a long-distance relationship will hurt us. Other couples I have spoken with who are in love have a little distance between them. I read other couples say; it makes the heart grow fonder." "No, distance gives people like you too much time to reconsider and replay and want to start from scratch again, every time they reunite." "Victor. Not true!" She said, hitting him playfully on the arm.

“Okay, Wendy, that’s enough now-“ Wendy went on against Lydia’s better wishes, “Long distance is literally the worst thing anyone can do to themselves. I would never advise anyone to do that because I know the hell I was put through.” “The time zones or?” I inquired further. “Girl, it was everything.” She laid emphasis on her words. “There’s really nothing like having your partner around. You can’t always know what your partner is up to, of course, but it’s worse when they’re miles away. They have so much more avenue to do whatever the hell it is they want and cover it up with an ‘I’m sorry, I was busy all day' text. They can literally have another girl in their bed and call you and tell you

"Men are all the same. The second their girlfriends leave, they start wandering." "Long-distance relationships just don't work out. Staring at a phone every day doesn't give you warmth. The chances of lasting are like one in ten thousand." "There's a saying that not even dogs do long-distance." "Just break up with your girlfriend. Don't ruin her. Lock things down with your senior instead." "Why do you want to ask Madam about this? Are you hoping she'll say you're doing the right thing? You're trash. I hope you're cursed to keep repeating this cycle forever!"

The ritual made my hands busy, my mind quiet—until I remembered the car that should have been here fifteen minutes ago. Grayson was in Seattle. Two years. Two years of distance that felt like a living, breathing thing. Stretch it too far, and it might snap. But it hadn’t snapped. Not yet. Not when the love between us had always been as much persistence as passion, as much patience as desire. We wrote, not often. But when we did, it mattered. The 2 a.m. confessions, the tiny victories over our own fear, the debates about everything and nothing, all held in words that needed no witness. The love that survived across miles, across time zones, across the invisible thread of ordinary days.

Daniel is happy with her despite the long-distance, and them being so busy with their jobs. It makes me think that love isn't just about two people kissing and making love. No, it is more than that. Love is appreciating the existence of the person in your life, present or not. You share your thoughts with them, good or bad. They're the first you want to talk to and the last. It's never about distance or sex, it's about the connected souls.

Camila said, making Pedro silent. "That's what confuses me and makes me regret your decision to declare your feelings when you're about to go far away. You really confused me, but I can't stay silent while continually thinking about your words. That's why I decided to make use of that one month. After all, if I have the same feelings, distance won't hinder our feelings, right?" Pedro said, making Camila clench her fists. Whether his words could be justified or not, even though Camila had never experienced it, some of her friends had experienced long-distance relationships, and it didn't end well. Even people who were very close could experience cracks, let alone with a considerable distance

"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.

"I'm sure you read this late, but I just want you to know that despite the impending rain, the moon is bright and the stars are well laid out around it. Amore, I want you to know that I love you every second of my life. I looked out the window, staring at the moon, hoping that you would too. Through the moon peeking behind the clouds, I want you to know that I love you and you are the moon in my dark night. Amore, even though we are far from each other and how many miles are we apart, I want you to know that I love you very much. Always think that we are under the same sky, and set foot in the same world. What's the point of all this if we don't meet again? Amore, while I'm not by your side

Bundred brought you into the Bundred Group, offering you a bright future…” As Carl spoke about the past, James felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. It was true that Wendy’s father had shown him great kindness, bringing him out of a remote mountain village and transforming his life. The love and grudges, the sweetness and pain between him and Wendy, were all intricately intertwined in his heart. Tears slid down his cheeks. Family ties, romantic love. His entanglement with Wendy was too deep. Making the decision to divorce her was like cutting out half of his soul, a pain as sharp as scraping flesh off his bones.