Tan Cerca Pero Tan Lejos Novels & Stories

Call him, and him not being near enough to hear? Call him? ~~~ You can't grow apart from someone if you were never close to them in the first place. It's easier to grow apart from people that mean the most to you. It's so painful yet it is so easy. All the connection dissolved in the acid of time and distance while there remains the memories, the love, like a residue at the bottom, in their purest form, waiting to be stirred up again. ~~~ Flashback end::)) Win switch off his tv when Sam concrete is over.

Before he could finish, a car sped in from the side, closing the distance in an instant. Bang—!

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?

Riley cried " Look, i'm sorry i gave you too much crap, i just , i don't want you making harsh decisions like this" Ana apologized " so what now?" " I'm moving, i figured i have nothing left here, i had all these job offers from different aganecies and i kept rejecting them cause you know, Adam was here and my life was all about him, but, now that it isnt anymore, i have no reason to be here, i can go anywhere, LA, Atlanta, New york, Colorado, even paris . I can make few calls and see if any agency still wants me, in fact there is this one in England that's just starting but they're doing good for themselves, i can work with that" Riley said as tears ran down her cheeks

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.

the other chokes. Cowards. Alaric doesn’t speak. He only stares, sharp and silent. That’s enough. They scramble, stumbling over each other, fleeing like mice from fire. The door slams shut. The tension snaps, and Alaric lets me go. I stumble back, cold all over, skin still tingling with the echo of his scent. I can’t look at him. I just need distance. “They’re gone,” he says flatly. I nod. My throat burns too much to answer.

But I miss you😣🤗🤗 Gerald Handsome: Me too. Miss Rara: Gerald, I want to come with you to Germany. I can't stay away from you😢😢 Gerald Handsome: Yes. Miss Rara: Gerald, Rara missed you a lot. The tears flowed by themselves. My body trembled. This distance and separation were excruciating. I don't want any space. Gerald Handsome: yes, dear. Miss Rara: I Love you, my husband😗😗

"I don't want to be near you!" Huh?

Nothing. Her fingertips trembled against the wood. This wasn’t just silence. It was distance. And something told her it wasn’t just about tonight.

The uncertainty of love and the limitation of his thoughts finally put himself in the prison of love. He looked up at the smiling face of Cora. He sighed in his heart, 'We are so close to each other, yet we're also far away from each other.' They were so close to each other that he could touch her with his hands; they were so far away from each other that he felt that they were not in the same world. But he kept unchanged on his face. Sometimes when he thought of how happy she was when they got married, he couldn't help but sigh.