Love Poems Long Distance Relationship Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, opened the tracker on Edith's smartwatch, and drove to the location: an amusement park. There, I stopped dead. Victor, in a casual t-shirt and jeans, held Helene close, their laughter warm and intimate. Edith was riding a carousel, grinning and posing for photos. Helene snapped pictures, then leaned in to kiss Victor's cheek. They looked like a perfect family of three, while I stood rooted, an outsider stealing glances at their happiness. This park was famous. I'd suggested bringing Edith here so many times, but she had always dismissed me. "Mom, you're an adult. Don't be so childish. This place is a waste of time."

Perhaps someplace where I can sleep for seven days straight to make up for the disaster of a year I’ve had. And maybe I could surprise Vanessa. Would that be romantic, or just plain creepy after all this time apart? Lately, it’s been hard to tell. Our conversations have slowed, lost that spark they used to have. She’s busy, I’m busy. The distance between us is a weight I can’t shake off. Long distance is a brutal thing, no sugarcoating it. But hey, it could be worse—it could have been six months. Or a year. So maybe two months isn’t that bad. But two months feels like forever. Does that even make sense?

"Missing Caleb again?" A sad smile formed on my lips. "Always." "Didn't he say he'll be home soon?" "Yes." I caressed my baby bump. "But it isn't just me who misses Caleb." Pops chuckled. "Sometimes distance is good in a relationship. The longer you are away from each other, the more your partner is yearning for you, so once you see one another, the love intensifies." "For sure Caleb is feeling the same thing. It's way harder for him since he's in a different country." He added.

Miss all that is in him. I just found out this is how hard long-distance marriage is. Those who undergo LDM have to praise them. They are so tough, so strong that someone never even complained. Because to say hi at the end of the phone is very difficult. Moreover, the difference in time is emotionally draining all the time. Time really never supports me.

“Ugh. You told me you love me for seven years. Don’t you think I should know how did you love me from thousands of miles away?” I glanced at her, then focused back on the road. “Arella, love doesn’t measure distance, it just grows. It gives us a reason to love harder. So, if I stay in London, and you stay here, you won’t love me anymore?” “When two people meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time too long, and no other love can break them apart.” “Exactly. When your brother sent me an invitation to your marriage, I thought I’d died. Then the day of your wedding, I called your brother that I’m heartbroken. I actually just broke up with my ex a week earlier, but my heart was broken

The deep blue sea and the peaceful chestnut. The room is covered with silence. No one said a word. They both know this is not a dream nor an illusion but they still fear that if they say something, even just a word, everything will end. Hearts beat stronger. And their eyes spark. They can see nothing but the person in front of them. They can hear nothing but the heartbeats echo in their lungs. Just for a moment there, it feels like they have nothing but each other. But even if it's in their best fantasy, nothing lasts forever. And those dreamy dreams end when they both hear the sound of the door click open.

Maybe you forget the depth of love, We shared.. But I can't.. Because they were happy memories.. We both shared.. From the past.. At present.. Our ways are far away. Away from each other . But the love is still alive.. And it will be alive..till my heart stop beating and my eyes stop imagining the dreams Of us.. Holding each other's hand.. Till death do us part…. ____________________________________________________

he spoke, his voice carrying a tenderness that resonated deep within me. His gaze held a soft intensity, as if he was looking through the screen, directly into my soul. It was a moment suspended in time, a confession that held the power to bridge the physical distance between us. My breath caught in my throat, emotions swirling like a tempest within me. How could he express exactly what I felt, even miles apart? The connection we shared was undeniable, an unbreakable thread that spanned across space and time. In that instant, I knew that we were navigating this journey together, hand in hand, even if the world saw us as separate entities. Our dreams, our struggles – they were intertwined, ea

To be honest, I did waver for a few seconds back then. But I knew better that virtual love always ended up frozen on top of some snow-capped mountain peak. Once the sun set, even the shadows disappeared. No matter how intense or passionate the feelings between Oliver and me were, they could never survive the different time zones, oceans between us, and three years without seeing each other once. Once was enough. We each had our own paths, so there was no point in dragging each other down.

And both could feel it. The first finally spoke softly. “Sometimes it feels like we keep reaching toward each other from slightly different worlds.” Pain moved through the connection immediately. The second lowered inward. “Yes.” Silence followed. Heavy. Dangerous. Because both sensed the same thing: love alone might not solve the distance. My chest tightened. The first whispered quietly. “But I still keep hoping we will finally arrive at the same place.” The second closed inward for a long moment. Then answered softly. “That hope is what makes this hurt so much.”