Remind Me -LDR-They tell me long distance relationships never work. But if they did, how would anyone know?
They tell me to give up and find someone closer, but i refuse.
It's the hard times, the longing, the dying to be with them. It's the sting left on your lips after waking up from a dream of their kiss.
It's knowing somewhere, far away, someone holds your heart in their hands so carefully, so sweetly. Patiently waiting to hold you, in their hands, instead. Though, they will not give your heart up, they will just keep it safe in their pocket as they finally hold their love.
It's knowing that you will wait forever to be with them, and wish the best for them.
It's knowing you hold their heart, too. Their precious heart.. beating for you. Knowing YOU are the one that holds it, no matter the distance.
It's knowing that of all the other guys/girls they know, they picked YOU. They chose to love YOU.
It's knowing what it is like to be so far apart, and cherishing the moments together twice
Adding Up The MilesAdding up the milesAdding Up The Miles8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between here and there
between one day and then next
Adding up the baited breaths
between now and then
between "love" and "you"
Calculating just what it might take
to get me from the here and now
to where you're waiting...
LDR Guide Part 1Long Distance Relationship Tips!LDR Guide Part 15 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
By Michelle Williams
Hey, I'm Michelle and I've been in my long-distance relationship with my sweetheart, Jorge, since January 2009. Here I am going to share some tips and tricks that my boyfriend and I have come across and used to keep our relationship going. This guide is targeted mainly at those of you in serious, long-term LDR relationships, but many of these tips can be applied to any relationship of any distance. Hope it helps!
1. Talk About What's Going On
One of the downsides of a long-distance relationship is the lack of actually being there to know what's going on in your partner's life. So how do you keep each other up to date? Talk. Talk about your day, what happened, who you talked to, what you ate, what you talked about, etc. Be sure to fill each other in on as many details as possible about your day. Do it everyday! Be descriptive and be thorough! This builds trust in your relationship and doesn't leave your part
The Empty WatchJohn Watson stood at the grave of his best friend holding a watch in his hands. The early morning fog curled around him as he clutched it, feeling the clasp bite into his palm. It was just another painful reminder that Sherlock was gone. This stupid pocket watch.The Empty Watch2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He sat down on the grass and traced the circles etched on its case, remembering a time when when he had felt a living presence behind the doors. He had not seen it since a few months before his best friend’s death and now, two years latter, it had appeared on his door step.
John closed his eyes as he remembered the bizarre situation that had led to his knowledge of the watch.
John and Mycroft were having a chat at 221b on one of the days Sherlock had left the country for a case. Mycroft had been giving him the usual talk when the door bell rang. A second latter Mrs. Hudson shouted something indiscernible as someone thundered up the steps.
The door crashed open and a woman stood bent double catching her breath. Mycroft ra
The Child in the WoodsThe Tardis landed on the bank of a quiet river and Sherlock Holmes emerged alone. He could see a boy sitting a few meters away tracing pictures into the dirt with a stick and oblivious to his presence. Sherlock circled around him, keeping out of sight in the forest of trees. When he was in position to approach the boy head on he started forward.The Child in the Woods2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sherlock observed the boy. He was wearing old clothes that covered his bony frame and he had thick brown hair despite his malnutrition. Bruises ran up both sides of his head, the pattern suggesting they were intentional blows from an adult. Sherlock knew they would leave him partially deaf. The boy’s legs were bent beneath him, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.
There was a loud crack as Sherlock accidentally stepped on a brittle twig. The boy jumped up, eyes feral as he scanned the trees for the source of the sound.
Fearing the boy would run off Sherlock slowly walked into view with his arms raised at waist hight, similar to when
The Curse of the New HeartThe events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.The Curse of the New Heart2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.
He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his head was the problem. He could not believe it, the whispers that he was not human, but an alien from a planet galaxies away.
Sherlock had wondered if he was in some sort of afterlife, despite his disbelief of such a thing.
The whole idea of life after death was to comfort those who needed it, and so he discarded that theory.
There was a simple test, b
Returning HomeThe Tardis flew through the vortex and Sherlock tapped lightly at the control panel. “Have you ever reunited with someone after disappearing for years?” He asked abruptly.Returning Home2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Doctor looked up from his side of the controls and replied, “I have disappeared for centuries. You are wonder about the best way to tell John that your alive, aren't you?”
Sherlock nodded and the Doctor smiled, “One time I disappeared for two years and reintroduced my self by jumping out of a cake at my friend’s stag party.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Sherlock replied with feigned interest.
The Tardis landed with its usual ‘vworps’ and Sherlock turned on the cloaking device. “Can I do this alone?” he requested.
“Of course. You have been doing a lot alone of late.”
Sherlock stepped out of the Tardis into a dimly lit office. He nervously paced around the room wishing he had his violin. His brother’s voice could be
DreamsGun fire could be heard from the medial tent. John glanced at his only patient who was sleeping with the aid of powerful sedatives. A bullet shot through the air and John fell forward clutching his shoulder. Eyes watering with pain he could hear boot-clad foot steps rapidly approaching the tent. John looked up in time to see a soldier trying to enter pitch forward as a bullet caught him in the back.Dreams2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Wincing in pain John crawled to the man and felt his wrist for a pulse. Unable to detect one he rolled the man over to check his neck. He froze in horror as when he saw a mass of dark curls under the helmet. Sherlock’s lifeless eyes stared up at him for the second time...
John woke up shaking, the image of Sherlock lying dead still raw in his mind. He remembered when he had watched Sherlock jump from the hospital and dry sobs rose in his chest. He rolled onto his side and felt on his table for the pocket watch. When his hand came in contact with the cold metal he let out a little sigh
An Involuntary VacationHe had dropped the phone. Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and jumped.An Involuntary Vacation2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock’s eyes snapped open and he let out a low growl of annoyance. It seemed every time he tried to analyze his ‘death’ the Tardis would start chiming. A second latter the Doctor rushed past him, mallet raised. Sherlock observed as the Doctor, manic as always when he heard the chime, hit the controls wildly.
The Tardis fell silent and the Doctor looked up, the mania and fear starting to fade from his face. “Sorry,” the older man said as he ruffled his hair, “she is rather persistent.”
Sherlock rose form his seat and walked over to the controls. He smoothed his palm over the ancient ship, which purred contently. “That is the fortieth time this month,” Sherlock said studying the other man’s face. The Doctor looked uncomfortable, anticipating his companion’s next question. “What are you avoiding?” Sherlock asked, a hint
This I Believe - Long Distance Loving'sI believe in long distance relationships. I believe it takes a stronger, more dedicated kind of love to survive in a long distance relationship. Long distance has taught me so much in the months that I have been a part of it. And I believe in long distance relationships because it has changed who I am. I believe in long distance, but mostly I believe it can work.This I Believe - Long Distance Loving's4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Long distance has never been easy, but to me, it is more special than normal relationships. I believe Long Distance is like a sunflower, and closer relationships are like roses. Both are lovely and beautiful, but there are many differences between the two. Roses are sweet, beautiful, and colorful. But they protect themselves with thorns to keep things from harming them, and roses die quickly. Sunflowers, however, loom tall above the ground, reaching for the sky, with a stronger support to hold it up. Long distance, like sunflowers, needs that extra support. Putting 100% into it, because, like the sunflower, it is he
The Waiting GameThe purple dress shirt was torn, shredded from the fray it had endured. The collar was stained a deeper cerise from the gaping wounds at his face and neck, spouting blood like a fountain spouts water. His body lay limply on the stretcher as he was wheeled through the endless rush of the white, sterile halls of the hospital.The Waiting Game4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He followed his inert friend, concern tattooing his brow, and heart pounding out a frantic tribal beat that could be heard the world over. Someone, maybe the D.I, pulled on his sleeve, trying to get him to retreat, trying to get him out of the way of the running nurses and doctors who shouted orders for drugs and procedures in some strange, clandestine tongue.
He could be treating him...after all, he was a doctor, and a damn good one at that. He had seen wounds far worse then this, far more bloody and bruised.
...but the tears that pooled up on the bottom of the raw sienna eyes was enough to convince him that he wasn't the man for the job. Not this time.
He stood, p
Soaked (Mycroft x Reader One Shot)It was raining. Pouring actually. Normally this wasn’t a problem, you loved the rain, but today it was entirely unwelcome. It had been pleasantly sunny when you left the flat and you had dressed appropriately in a light sweater and jeans with a pair of flats but now it was raining.Soaked (Mycroft x Reader One Shot)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were soaked and shivering, as you trudged down the street towards the flat where John and Sherlock were waiting for you to come back from work. There hadn’t been any time for you to duck under an awning before you were drenched by the sudden down pour, the sky seemingly dumping a bucket of water on you, and what was little more water when you were already wet. Your teeth had just begun to chatter when the rain suddenly wasn’t hitting you anymore.
“You are going to catch a cold running about in weather like this my dear.” Came a familiar voice and you looked up to find Mycroft softly smiling down at you, holding his umbrella over your head.
Despite your current state,