Novel & Cerita Poema De La Distancia

Secrets traveled faster than servants. Silence stretched between us. Outside, the gardens bloomed without shame. “Is that why?” he asked. “You think distance will make this easier?” “I think distance is the only mercy left to us.” His jaw tightened. “For whom?” “For me,” I said honestly. “And for you, whether you see it or not.” He took a step closer. “You do not get to decide what I can bear.” I laughed softly then, the sound hollow. “And I do not get to decide what destroys me?”

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

(I don't know whether your eyes or talks were the reason,) Hue tum jo dil ki aarzoo (that you became the wish of heart,) Tum paas ho ke bhi (you, even though near,) Tum aas ho ke bhi (you, even though wished for,) Ehsaas ho ke bhi (even after being a feeling,) Apne nahin aise hai hum ko gile (are not mine, why do I have such complaints,) Tumse na jaane kyun, meelon ke (against you, don't know why, of miles,) Hain faasle tumse na jaane kyun... (there are distances from u, don't know why,) Tu jaane na (you don't know..) Tu jaane na (you don't know..) That was very good… I went near Mandira and stood beside her. “Wow! That was quite emotional one.” She said and handed the Mike to me.

Then fades. "And the strange thing is," I continue, "you're not running. You're just walking. Normal speed. But somehow—" I shake my head. The motion makes the world tilt slightly. The champagne still doing its work. "—somehow, no matter how fast I go, you're always faster. The distance between us never changes. Never closes. Never opens. Just stays the same. This impossible, constant gap." My eyes are stinging. The cold, probably. The wind off the river.

Loving her in silence. Drowning in absence. And knowing the cruelest truth of all: Sometimes the distance we choose is the one that kills us.

ΚΑΘΩΣ ΠΡΟΣΦΕΡΩ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ ΠΟΤΟ, Η ΑΠΟΣΤΑΣΗ ΜΕΤΑΞΥ ΜΑΣ ΘΑ ΜΙΚΡΥΝΘΕΙ Which literally translates to: "LET THE ONE WHO DRINKS THIS WINE SHOWER ME WITH LOVE DIVINE. SWEET LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE MAKE HIS/HER LOVE FOREVER MINE. "O QUEEN of HERBS, O GODDESS of LOVE, BRING TO ME THE ONE I DESERVE, AS I OFFER THIS DRINK, THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US WILL SHRINK."

I felt that Aakash wanted to talk to me but i ignored him and kept distance from him I don't know why but i can't stop myself from being attracted to him. Even after what he did to me. After he betrayed me, broke my trust. But i can't stop myself from falling for him again. And it scares me a lot. Love is really poisonous.... ********************************************** Hey my lovely readers, I hope you liked today's chapter. Tell me your view in the comments section and you all free to point out my mistakes. And don't forget to like, comment and share. Do follow my i*******m account drops_of_ambrosia for any latest updates.

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.

The same one who had made the Roark trip before. I got in. The vehicle moved. I felt the estate's boundary as I crossed it. The specific quality Lena had described. The primary center extending outward. The function expressing at range rather than contracting. The bond to Dante from just past the estate's boundary. Still warm. The accompaniment quality. The anchor going with to the edge of the cord's length and staying there. Not thinner yet. The distance not far enough. I would feel the quality change around fifty kilometers. The gradual shift from the dense warmth of close range to the river heard downstream quality of distance.

They did not talk anymore because it had been said and it did not need any further explanation and also because the silence following a direct speaking of a true thing was its own kind of completeness. She thought: this is what he is discovering. Not how to handle the distance. But rather how to let the distance gradually close, little by little, in only those specific places where he chooses to let it close. She thought: That sounds doable. Working in small steps is my forte.