Romans & histoires Poema De La Distancia

“Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love me. Don’t tell me distance is stronger than what’s between us. I can’t…” “You can’t promise me it won’t break us,” i whispered, pulling his hands down. “I’ve seen long-distance tear people apart. They start strong. They swear they’ll hold on. Then time, temptation, loneliness… it eats at them. I won’t put us through that.” His jaw clenched. “So your answer is just…what? Let me go? Walk away from what we’ve built?”

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. ---

And love was not a reward for remorse. --- The distance between them was no longer filled with resentment. It was filled with reality. And reality asked harder questions than heartbreak ever did. ---

My dearest love, For what good is a man without a muse? You are all that I breathe. All that I yearn for. What ignites my very being. I’m writing this for whenever you miss me. Be it that I’m at a distance you deem too far, or not nearly close enough that you breathe the air I breathe.

They clung to the knowledge that their love, tested now by distance and responsibility, was stronger than the fears that sought to separate them. And so, as the city lights of port Harcourt glimmered outside his window, Taram whispered into the night, his words meant only for her: “I’ll come back for you. I swear it.” Somewhere, under the same moonlight that had witnessed their farewell, Eluan whispered the same words back, letting them float into the quiet air, a vow shared across the distance, binding them even when the world tried to pull them apart. Distance, ambition, and silence had boarded the same bus—but love, relentless and unwavering, would follow them wherever they went.

"What is wrong with you?" Edith stepped in front of Helene. "You're a terrible mom! I hate you!" Unperturbed, I grabbed a wine glass and took the stage. "Thank you all for coming. I regret to inform you that Mr. Grayson and I are divorcing. This house is mine, not his, but I'll host another event to make amends. Please understand." I downed the wine in one gulp. The guests, savvy businesspeople, made quick excuses and left.

Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, You won't be able to hide I'm that secret You won't be able to forget I'm that gesture If I echo in your heart Then why are you surprised When it comes to your heart I'm the sound for it Listen if you can To the language of heartbeats I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Beyond borders and helplessness I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here It's just me and only me

There are definitely a lot of distances between us to which I have been turning a blind eye until now. Is it going to be just there forever? Or will there be any way to reduce it... Sudhir and Sanju just stared at me with shock faces and looking at the lipstick marks on his shirt, I don’t need anything else to know. You may have become my husband, but you made yourself as a stranger to me by forming this distance between us, and I am losing the little hope which I formed in the beginning slowly…. Probably I have actually lost it! I thought drifting off into sleep...

--- And as silence stretched— As memories clashed with reality— As the space between who they were and who they had become grew impossible to bridge— One final truth emerged: --- Some distances— --- Are not meant to be closed. --- Because crossing them… --- Means losing what little remains of who you once were.

For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance... For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind... For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams... For in my dreams you have no end. When I read that poem on a literature collection page online, it hit me too hard because that was actually what I felt towards your Master. I adore him from a distance, kiss him in the wind and hold him in my dreams. Yeah, I know, I'm a coward. Perhaps, just afraid to be rejected. You see your Master was so hard to reach when I'm just an ordinary girl with nothing to offer. He was every girl's dream while no one even notices me.