Poems On Distance Love Novels & Stories

Despite our differences, despite some moments where we saw each other thinking differently, we always found a way to be okay, and she has been a pillar for me. Because of her I have been able to face many things of fate and today I realize that you value that person more when you are not close to them, so you miss them more. I was once far away from her, now she sees more distance between us again and how she tells me she feels the gap. It's like a snake leaving its venom on the skin, the wound hurts and deepens like the pain I feel when I feel and touch the distance from it, although I try to resist and not see myself completely thrown into perdition. It's hard. Who said it would be easy?

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.

She even made friends with a guy and a girl and you all know how possessive I'm, but when she said he is gay, I left him for the courtesy for Athena. I need her beside me and that's all I want. So I patiently waited for her to finish her course. We didn't get married, yet, because I wanted her to finish college first and then enter into our life. Her dream is my first priority. She asked me whether I was okay with this. I told her that her priority is mine and we still have our lives ahead of us. Sometimes during her days in college, she would just send her picture quoting 'I miss you.'. She doesn't know I was dying inside missing her. I got used to her in my arms each morning and the past t

"Where have you been the last couple of days? The summer heat has Amanda changing clothes more frequently than usual. Go get her some new clothes, will you?" Perhaps Jonathan noticed I was sweating, for he headed back into the room and returned with an apple. He shoved it into my hand forcefully as if to compensate me for my troubles. I lowered my gaze to hide the emotions flickering through my eyes. Jonathan and I had been married for three years, yet he couldn't seem to remember how I would break out in hives if I so much as took a bite of an apple. I produced the divorce papers and held them out to him. "Let's get a divorce."

It just stretches out like a bridge between two cliffs, waiting to see who dares to cross. And neither of us moved. We sat there for a while, still holding hands, like maybe if we stayed long enough, we could force the distance between us to close itself. But it didn’t. And deep down, I think we both knew it wouldn’t. — That night, we went to bed like always. Tired. Wordless. Close, but not touching. And for the first time in a long time, I realized that even quiet love can become a kind of distance.

Edwin frowned and said, "I'm not divorcing Stephanie. I was wrong before, and I'll take care of her for the rest of my life." He told them to stop bringing up divorce. He wanted to make things right and make up for what he'd done. Then Kelsey sent a message mocking me. [Your husband's not staying with you because he loves you—it's because he feels guilty. Stephanie, you'll never be loved, not by your family, not by your man. You don't deserve it.] Tears fell again. Did Edwin ever really love me? If that love was built on lies, then I didn't want it.

“I understand perfectly. It’s complicated because I still care. Because I still love you. Because nothing you do can erase that.” Her breath hitched. She wanted to speak, to deny, to push him away. But the words tangled in her throat. He stopped, standing directly across from her now, close enough that the faint scent of rain clinging to his coat reached her. His eyes searched hers, patient, steady, unwavering. “You think distance will fix things,” he said quietly. “But distance doesn’t heal hearts that already belong to each other.” She blinked rapidly, forcing herself to focus on the books beside her. “This… this is temporary. You’ll see. I made a choice. You have to accept it.”

Yet, only three years had passed, and…" "Hey, Whitney, what are you thinking about? Drink up! Please tell me you aren't thinking about Henry. If you still have feelings for him, take the initiative to snatch him back! Henry must still love you. He's just blinded by the little vixen for now. Just put on a miniskirt and cover yourself with chocolate sauce tonight, and he'll be eating out of your palms literally. " "Cover myself with chocolate sauce?" Whitney laughed. "I think that might work on someone else."

Of course we used to talk via calls these days , but I wanted to feel his voice from being beside him , not from being miles away from him. Though the distance did good to us, the distance made me realise how madly i’m in love with him and i’m thankful to the distance we had since last few days because if not this distance happened to us i would have still neglected the need of my heart by covering up with lame excuses and would have missed my first love story that has just began, yet after realising that i’m in love with Rishi it’s hard to stay away from him even for a day. Every passing minute feels like hours, and I keep imagining him everywhere around me. And this desperation of wanting

His love expressing itself through the small details. I listen to them on the plane on the way home. I listen to them in the airport. I listen to them like they're proof that we're still connected. That distance didn't break what we built. That his attention to the small things is exactly the kind of love that survives separation.