Poems About Long Distance Love For Her 소설 & 이야기

Taking a deep breath, I begin to recite the verses, my voice carrying the weight of emotion and love: "In a world adorned with petals of grace, Where love blooms in the secret space, I find a fragrance, pure and divine, In your essence, my beloved, you shine. Like Tuberose in the moonlit hour, Your love embraces me with gentle power. Through each stanza, your heart reveals, A love that time nor distance conceals. In your eyes, I see the stars align, Guiding me towards love so fine. Your touch, a symphony upon my skin, Igniting flames that burn from within. With every word, you paint a scene, Of love's passion, forever serene. In the garden of our souls, we entwine,

She couldn't help but marvel at the depth of passion and longing that permeated the letter, a poignant reminder of the power of love to transcend time and distance. But as she reached the final paragraph, Rachel's heart sank with a pang of disappointment. The writer's words spoke of a love that was destined to remain unrequited, a longing that could never be fulfilled. It was a bittersweet revelation, a poignant reminder of the complexities of the human heart.

He was looking at her with that careful expression, the one he got when he was about to ask something he’d been sitting with for a while. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I just—” he stopped. Searched for it. “Sometimes this visit you’ve seemed far away. Not always. Not even most of the time. But sometimes I’d be talking and I’d look at you and you were—” he gestured vaguely, “—somewhere else.” The candlelight moved between them. She held his gaze. “Long distance does strange things,” she said carefully. “It takes time to be properly present again. To not be waiting for the call to end or the visit to finish.”

And the love I felt for her was enough to prove my loyalty that I will never even think about anyone if I have her. ‘When there is no distance then why are we miles apart?’ When your eyes reflect the same love as me then why are there tears in those eyes where I reside? When there's no restriction then why does she have shackles around her feet? Why are there no thorns in our path then why it seems impossible to cross? “P..Please…” I whimpered, wanting to force an answer out but I didn’t. But I know that I don't have any answer to my questions and all I could do is to confront her and talk to her about it when she is ready.

You are not forgotten. Her heart whispered back across the distance: Nor are you.

They think distance makes me weaker. I look up at the dark road ahead, rain still falling, heart locked on one truth I can’t escape. They took the woman I love. And I will tear the world apart to get her back.

Whatever else was true about Brianna, however complicated things had gotten, she loved me in the realest way she knew how and I had been using her as a distraction for weeks and she didn't know that. I reached across the table and put my hand over hers. "I understand," I said. "And I love you. And yes, long distance. We'll make it work." Her eyes went a little wet at the corners. "Yeah?" "Yeah." She turned her hand over and held mine. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't know how to say it and I wanted things to be good between us before I went. I didn't want to leave with any of the bad stuff still there."

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

No distance is long enough and no misunderstanding is big enough to keep apart two souls that are meant to be together. Sighing, We have suffered enough. Our love deserves a soft epilogue now.

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.