Love Someone From A Distance Novels & Stories

he said softly. I looked up at him. "You're not the same as him." "No," he agreed. "But I understand him a little better than I would have a year ago. The particular cowardice of loving someone from a distance because closeness feels too dangerous to risk." He kissed my forehead. "I'm glad he finally got brave enough to stop being careful." "Me too," I said, and meant it completely, thinking of Eli's chess pirates and the fire crackling and an old man's hand, steady and warm, finally holding mine after a lifetime of reaching from too far away.

She asks. "Because I love him, Sheryl!" I confess with all honesty, drops of tears escaping from my eyes. I'm in deep sh*t, and I have no way of getting out. "I love him so much. It's killing me for him to be so distant from me. I want him as close as he is to my heart," I explain. "But how can you blame someone who doesn't know you love him, Gia?" Dr. Love speaks.

"You're not ugly. You're beautiful. But love doesn't work like that. Just because you like him doesn't mean he has to like you back. It has nothing to do with your looks or your status. Sometimes, being too close makes things harder to see clearly." Florence shook her head, not fully understanding. Her confusion only deepened Chloe's pity for her. It wasn't Florence's fault—her values and worldview had been shaped by her privileged upbringing. "Sometimes, distance creates beauty. You've known Alex for years, chasing him since you were young. He knows you too well, so well that he might not feel anything for you anymore. Familiarity can dull attraction." Florence blinked, her eyes full of unc

We stayed that way, in the middle of the driveway till she stopped sniffling. “I’ll get her out of here, to a better home, I promise.” I whispered my voice raspy from the emotions I was fighting to hold back. When she lifted her head, I wiped her tear-stained cheeks. She shook her head. “It’s not this place Myra. It’s us.” It was my turn to shake my head. “I’m not coming back here again. It’s better to love her from a distance.” * * * “Better to love her from a distance. That way we don’t trigger her.”

On a small screen that glows brightly, I see your name appear in the lonely night. Our words connect on an invisible network, Building a bond from an invisible distance. We laugh, share stories in text messages, Even without touch, I feel your presence. In this virtual world, our love grows tight, Waiting for the day when we meet and unite. Distance may separate our bodies, But our hearts are never far away. Every message I type with feeling, Is a whisper of love that cannot be measured in time. The long nights I spent alone, Accompanied by your shadow that is present in the mind.

She didn’t have a type when it came to men, so that part would be easy to knock off her list. Her doorbell pealed through the house, she shut her laptop and went to see who it was since she wasn't expecting anyone. She both loved and hated her front door, which was frosted glass, and she could see who it was beforehand, she hated the fact they could also see her at the same point. She knew it was her noisy ass neighbor across the street. This woman was also obsessed with her single state. She was constantly trying to figure out ways to set her up. It was often with her son or grandson, which was a no go for both. Though she may not have a type, she also knew what she didn’t like. They both f

" I would never let you fall, you know that and I love you in case you don't Know. I tried to find my footing and as soon as he helped me stand steady I gave him a hug and he hugged me back tighte " In case you didn't know I love you too and I'm sorry for being distant and distracted. " Told you I'm not going anywhere. For the past six months I've been working through my own issues too and the time apart helped so much .

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

“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

BELLA: Ah. I get that, too. Well... whatever it is, just know that you are loved and appreciated by me! I want you to know that you are respected and liked by me. Not everyone will reciprocate whatever affection you give to them but that doesn't mean you should feel bad because you are not getting what you want from someone. You are a good man and a better friend. And it will be foolish for me to say that all the people around you will see you the way I see you. Sometimes, people like the distance between them and the people they are relating with. Sometimes, people like the pressure that is being created in a friendship. You don't have to feel bad about yourself because I am always here for