Poems On Distance Love Novels & Stories

Is he treating her or saying something in her ears that is scaring her, angry I fish my palm and take another step towards her, she saw my movement and tightened her hold on him. My face feel, I felt like someone punched me in the gut, and step back. My eyes looked into hers, she is looking a bit sad but for the first time I can not read her, she is close but so far away. For the first time, I realized that when you love someone then the distance is not measured in meters or kilometers. It is measured om feelings. And right now we are feeling distant apart. I leave the room. To people, I may be the strongest man, but right now I am broken, I just saw the woman I love being torn apart from me

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

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened again, I will love you in all out lifetimes, a billion times over, I will love, die and live for you. I will love you for centuries to go and come, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the

Her mind reminiscing the day she vomited a lot and Clench was the one who cleaned her mess. Her heart weakens. She can not control her emotions again. She feels like heaven and earth fells into her. She's lonely and sad. She clearly predicting that he won't show up. So, she left, but before that, she always leaves a letter with a date on the edge of the paper, saying : "Dear Clench, I madly miss you, please come home. This room is all empty without you. Love, Ylisha

And both could feel it. The first finally spoke softly. “Sometimes it feels like we keep reaching toward each other from slightly different worlds.” Pain moved through the connection immediately. The second lowered inward. “Yes.” Silence followed. Heavy. Dangerous. Because both sensed the same thing: love alone might not solve the distance. My chest tightened. The first whispered quietly. “But I still keep hoping we will finally arrive at the same place.” The second closed inward for a long moment. Then answered softly. “That hope is what makes this hurt so much.”

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.

Around them, the sounds of laughter began to fade as families packed up their picnics and children were gathered home. Sophia brushed a strand of hair from her face and looked toward the fading light. “It’s time to go,” she murmured. Daniel nodded, tightening his hold around their daughter as she drifted to sleep. The wind stirred again, scattering cherry blossoms that landed softly in Sophia’s hair. He leaned closer and spoke quietly, his words meant for her alone. “Real love isn’t defeated by anything,” he said. “Not time. Not distance. Not even the world trying to keep it apart.”

To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy And in the last line of the book, she wrote: Love, the kind that stays, isn’t loud. It’s steady. It lingers. Like a whisper at the edge of sleep. Like hope. Like home. it every thing that will ever complete you THE END Dear Readers, please drop Your comment for the review of this book.... and get ready for my next book.. thank you!!!

I inhaled deeply, memorizing his scent as if it were a part of my own essence. “I’ll miss you so much,” I admitted, my voice muffled against his shoulder. “Me too,” he replied, pulling back to meet my gaze. “But we’ll be okay. Remember that. Love can withstand any distance.” With a pang in my chest, I nodded, hope blooming amidst the ache of separation. Stepping away, I felt stronger—ready to leap into the unknown world ahead of me. As I passed through the security checkpoint, each step resonated with sentiment and promise. A new chapter awaited me: one where my art could flourish, where friendships would grow, and love could endure—stretching across distances, woven into the fabric of my he

That night, Amara cried not out of pain, but exhaustion. She’d seen him. He’d come. And yet, even in proximity, they were still miles apart. She wrote in her journal before bed: “We are proof that sometimes love doesn’t die it just gets lost in translation.” Miles away, Liam sat in silence, holding her exhibition brochure. On the back, her signature ‘Amara Esi’ curved like a heartbeat. He smiled, just a little. Then whispered into the night, “You were always worth the distance.” And though neither of them knew it, the storm that had circled them for years was beginning to break quietly, dangerously, beautifully