Novel & Cerita Poem About Distance Relationship

"Eva, I had no idea..." "I know, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. But now, the distance between us and Caden is making me weaker. Our bond with him is like no other I've ever seen or heard. We are different, Aurora." I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Why does the distance matter so much?"

His voice echoes in my mind, a gentle reminder of the connection that binds us together no matter the physical distance between us. I sighed with my remaining close; nothing else mattered as my mind focused on the comforting presence of Xavier and the connection I felt with me even when we were apart. “Can you feel me too?” Xavier’s voice whispered softly, the sound soothing my restless heart and easing my worries. I breathe with my heart beating fast as his words wash over me, feeling his love and support enveloping me in a warm embrace, the familiar scent of him lingering in the air around me. As he is so close, not far away, the warmth of his body radiating towards me, I know that no matt

More bearable. I sit on the edge of the bed and let my hand rest over the mark, my thumb tracing slow circles that do not rush anywhere. Distance suddenly feels like a technicality. An inconvenience. Something that exists only for the body, not for whatever this is that ties us together. I do not feel alone. Not really. I feel held in a way that does not require arms. ***

There was a drone that was hovering about the park for some minutes, I remember smiling at the drone, happy about it, and when it hovered over Nigel and me, I had smiled at it because I thought nothing was amiss. Bloody idiot. If only I’d known that the drone was there to capture our hidden romance, I would’ve tried to conceal myself and Nigel. I let myself go and felt comfortable because I rarely got Nigel to myself and the few times I did, I made sure no worries got between us. I hesitate before moving on to the next picture. The pictures so far have gotten progressively worse and I know this next one would be more damning than the one I’m currently looking at. Sure enough, I turn to the n

As though telling me she felt it too. I missed her though we had never had any meaningful conversation, but it now felt like I knew her for a long time. Distance actually makes the heart grow fonder, and it was killing me

{'For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.'} Long-distance relationship? Would I able to endure it? Of course! Distance might suck but as long as you love the person, everything is going to be all right, right?

And the shape of it was the distance between a forehead kiss and a real one. And the distance was growing. Slowly. Quietly. The way the most significant distances always grew. ---

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."

His apartment settles into the particular quiet of late evening in a building this high up. "I don't know how to do this," I say finally. He looks at me. Does not speak. "Relationships. Whatever this is. Being close to someone in a way that is." I stop. Try again. "I don't have a template for it. Every time something has gotten close to real before I found a reason to leave. Created distance. Made an exit." I look at my glass. "I'm good at exits." "I know," he says quietly. "You know."

Possessive. I force it down before it can take hold. The parking lot hums quietly around me, students moving in and out, voices drifting through the air—but it all feels distant. Muted. Because even now… I’m not alone in my own head. The bond doesn’t fade with distance— it sharpens. Not just a pull… awareness. I feel the shift in her. The quiet ache she tries to hide. The way she hurts when I leave her. It reaches me anyway.