Novel & Cerita Why Is My Boyfriend Being Distant

I started saying, but he cut me off nodding. “You need not give me any explanation. Breakfast must be ready.” He said walking out holding Ayesha passing me without a glance. They say distance means so little when the person means so much… But when you mean nothing to that person then the little distance will definitely means so much… “I can take care of her.” I said standing near him. “I don’t trust someone easily.” He said hanging up his phone. They say distance is a test of how far love can go but what if there is no love in the first place…

"You don't have to try and make me like him." I frown. "I'm not trying to do that. And you don't get to like anyone for me. Hardin is good, yeah. But he's been distant lately. He doesn't call, he doesn't text every day, and he constantly finds excuses not to talk to me. The last time I saw my boyfriend was two weeks ago. I know that he's busy with the season but... he's changed."

No quiet acknowledgment of my existence. And still, I waited. The absence gnawed at me in ways I didn’t know how to explain. I missed the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle worth solving. I missed how his silence felt intentional instead of awkward. I missed how he made me feel present. My boyfriend noticed. “You’ve been distant lately,” he said one evening, his voice cautious. “I’m just stressed.” The lie was automatic. He nodded, accepting it, and something inside me twisted painfully. I wanted him to ask more. To press. To fight for my attention the way Sebastian never had to.

Something in his tone. Something… off. “What do you mean ‘still normal’?” I ask carefully. He lets out a quiet, frustrated breath, stepping away from me now. He stands up, adjusts his clothes, and starts pacing just a little like he needs movement to think. “I don’t know what’s going on with him lately,” Damien mutters. “He’s… distant.” The word lands heavier than it should. “He barely talks to me. Barely looks at me.” His voice tightens. “It’s like I did something wrong, but I don’t even know what it is.”

he walked away from her. “You work late or you were with someone?” His eye narrowed as he turned to her. “Excuse me?” “You started working late. You’re never hungry when you get home, and on weekends, you’re still away. There has been no intimacy between us because you keep distancing yourself.” “Distancing myself? You withdrew when I tried to kiss you a few minutes ago.” he reminded her. “Because I can’t stand the thought of you being with me and another at the same time.”

“I want to go with him. Spring break will be lonely without Ben.” “But you have been seeing him everyday for the past weeks,” Daddy replies. Mum nudges him in the ribs, he pretends not to notice and continues, “You will be fine without seeing your boyfriend for a week, Tessa.” I will not be fine. I’ll be a total mess and that can be avoided by saying yes to this. “And distance makes the heart grow fonder, so they say.”

His tone was light, but I caught the edge, the possessive streak he tried to hide. I sighed, propping myself up on one elbow, the sheets slipping to my waist. “I don’t know. He asked me out a while back, before us, and I said no. Now he’s just being distant. Barely looks at me. It’s awkward.” I chewed my lip, the bourbon from earlier still loosening my tongue. “I feel bad, but I can’t make it up for me.”

The day we discovered we were fated, Caspian confessed he loved me and kissed me like I was his addiction, and I felt like the universe had finally apologized for everything I had lost in my life. Caspian was finally mine. And I was his. But lately… Lately, he has been… distant. Not cruel. Caspian has never been cruel to me or to anyone. I just feel that he has been busy or just… distracted. He is also cold sometimes. Like there is a door between us he won’t open, no matter how many times I knock and beg him to let me in. I keep telling myself it is just stress. As the Alpha of this pack, he has expectations, responsibilities.

“You’ve been really distant lately, like you don’t want to touch me, or be close to me. Are you getting tired of me?” I ran a hand through my hair “Can you stop imagining things in your head?” I tried to keep my voice calm, though I was annoyed. “I’m not distancing mysel… okay, well yes, I am distancing myself from you, but it’s not because I’m tired of you. It’s because I have more important things to do.” She blinked at me, unimpressed. “More important things?”

Occasionally he may miss dinner from working late, but that’s not all the time. I make sure his clothes are clean and hung up. I make him lunches for work. I always make sure to plan dates nights at least once a month. I show him affection and intimacy constantly, or when he allows it. He always puts me off, saying he’s tired or he has to get up early. There’s a distance I feel between us. It feels as though he’s put a wall up and there’s not door for me to walk through to get to him. I’m always knocking, and he just asks me to come back later.