Poems Long Distance Relationship 소설 & 이야기

For an unknown reason after writing a letter to Luke, I know find myself finding a pen and a paper and write all my thoughts and address it to him like everything is okay between us and like we’re just going to have a long distance relationship and I know I’m being delusional but this works for me. “I want to be with you to sunrise to sunset.” it would have been beautiful if I had the chance to tell him that.

She fumed while I and Leticia sighed. "It doesn't mean," I tried to say but she shunned me off with her hand. "It does mean, what if I don't end up loving him back after being away from him for a while," She deadpanned while I and Leticia glanced at ourselves speechlessly. "Beatrice! Don't tell me you don't have an idea of a long-distance relationship, at least this is a civilized world. What's the essence of mobile phones. You guys would be in touch with each other always although it won't be physical," Leticia said while I nodded in affirmation to what she just said.

“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?”

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

The nanny got to work, collecting every photo album and frame, then stacking them on the lawn. Jessica uncorked several bottles of Anthony's prized red wine, dousing the memories in scarlet. She poured a glass for herself and one for the nanny. Their glasses met with a hollow clink, the echo of a five-year love breaking apart. Jessica flicked the lighter and tossed it into the heap, watching the past go up in flames. Flickering flames cast a warm glow as Jessica tipped back her glass, the last of the wine mingling with the tears that traced a path down her cheeks.

What if our story has finally come to an end. "I'd come by everytime." I said in a bid to reassure her. Even though I needed the reassurance too. She shrug. "I know you would." I was looking into her eyes and she was looking into mine as the silence that came with a pause-- screamed at us. Yet, the soothing presence of her made it somewhat comfortable. We both knew it was going to be difficult to keep a long distance relationship as radiant as it is compared to when we're together. Look what happened the last time, we fought,I lost my mind,she started liking someone more present and even at some point,I wanted us to move on instead of suppressing a pain of constantly wondering and worrying a

I admitted, for the first time, that I missed him so much it hurt, that I sometimes sat by the window waiting for the sound of his key in the lock even though I knew he was thousands of miles away. His reply did not brush aside my honesty. He wrote that he missed me in the mornings most, when he reached instinctively across the bed for a hand that was not there. He told me he carried one of my scarves in his bag and sometimes held it during long meetings, the faint trace of my scent anchoring him. He ended the letter with words that made me cry quietly at the kitchen table: Distance cannot undo us. It only teaches me again and again how much you are my home.

"I'm sure you read this late, but I just want you to know that despite the impending rain, the moon is bright and the stars are well laid out around it. Amore, I want you to know that I love you every second of my life. I looked out the window, staring at the moon, hoping that you would too. Through the moon peeking behind the clouds, I want you to know that I love you and you are the moon in my dark night. Amore, even though we are far from each other and how many miles are we apart, I want you to know that I love you very much. Always think that we are under the same sky, and set foot in the same world. What's the point of all this if we don't meet again? Amore, while I'm not by your side

she asked him. "I wrote it about the feeling of waiting for someone who might never come," Erezhul said, closing the book and holding it in his hands. "It's about loving someone from a distance and not knowing if they will ever feel the same way about you." "That sounds really lonely," she said softly. "It was lonely, for a very long time," he replied. "But maybe it doesn't have to be lonely anymore."

It’s about the same numbers every single day since his epic fuck up. At this point, dude should get an award for most persistent and apologetic boyfriend. I go through the messages one by one, not missing anyone because as angry as I am with him, I can’t stop loving him like a fool and although they’re more of a punishment than a reprieve, these messages make me feel closer to him. Hearing his voice in my head and imagining his expressions while typing out the messages gives me a sense of closeness to him. The first one is frantic