Poema Distancia Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Ernest said. Don looked at him. "Portugal," he said. He had not written about Portugal. Portugal predated the pieces, had been the trip before the writing had begun, the trip that had planted the seed for everything that came after. "Portugal would require going back," he said. "I would need to write it from five years' distance." "Which is also a form of the argument," Ernest said. "The distance is how you see the specific qualities." Don looked at him. The expression again — the finding of something he had been looking for.

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.

On Julian Sterling’s birthday, Zara Xavier secretly traveled six hours to his city to surprise him. She knew he had been eyeing a limited-edition watch, one of only a few in the world, so she arranged to meet a college student in person to buy it. When the girl arrived, Zara was surprised to see that she was pregnant. She was still in college, but her belly was already quite large. She was well into her third trimester. “Hi, I’m Zoey Ramsey. You’re the one who wanted the watch, right?” Zoey pulled the watch out of its original box and handed it to Zara as if it were no big deal. Zara happily took it. “Yes, this is the one. My husband really likes it. Ms. Ramsey, how much are you asking

They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place… “I will book two tickets. We both can go today.” He said, and I stepped back. “Three!” Ayesha said, holding my hand. “Two!” He said and walked outside. They say the worst thing about distance is we don’t know whether they miss you or forget you but what if they don’t even give a sign that they feel your presence even after looking at you everyday… I walked inside Ayesha’s room and whispered ‘Good night’ placing a small peck on her forehead and walked outside.

I read the marked page three times. It was a poem about the sea. About standing at the edge of something vast and choosing to stay on the shore not because the water was frightening but because the shore was where the person you loved was standing. About how the greatest distance was never the one between you and the thing you were afraid of but the one between you and the person you had chosen. I sat on the edge of the bed and read it three times and held the book against my chest and sat with the specific feeling of being understood completely by someone who expressed it through the margin of a dead woman's poetry book rather than saying it out loud.

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.

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.

Nothing had shifted in a way anyone else would notice. And yet— The connection was gone. Not weakened. Not distant. Gone. Selara took a step back. It returned. Faint. Precise. Exactly where it had been before. She stilled. “That’s not distance,” she said quietly. Because distance did not behave like that. It did not disappear and return within the span of a single step. It stretched, it faded, it distorted—but it did not cut cleanly and reappear without transition. Selara moved forward again.