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Anna Lee

 Across Distance, Into Love..

Anna and Lee never planned to meet each other.

It began as a simple conversation on WhatsApp — a message sent casually across countries, across time zones, across lives that had nothing in common except curiosity. At first, they spoke like strangers do: polite questions, careful replies, small laughter hidden behind emojis. Days turned into weeks, and conversations stretched longer into the night.

Somewhere between “How was your day?” and “Did you eat?”, friendship quietly took root.

They shared stories — childhood memories, fears they never told others, dreams that felt too fragile to say aloud. Anna found herself smiling at her phone more often. Lee waited for her messages like they were small pieces of sunlight in ordinary days. Without realizing it, they became each other’s comfort.

Then life offered an unexpected chance.

Lee learned he would be traveling to the country where Anna worked. It wasn’t planned for love, yet love pushed him forward. He booked his own tickets, carrying excitement stronger than logic. During the journey, fever struck him — body weak, head heavy — but his heart refused to give up. He had crossed too much distance already to turn back now.

They planned to meet at a coffee shop.

But life, again, changed the script. Anna wasn’t feeling well and shyly asked if he could come instead to her accommodation. Nervousness wrapped around both of them as he arrived. For the first time, the person who had lived inside a screen stood right in front of him — real, breathing, smiling softly.

Their first moments were awkward and tender. Words stumbled. Silence spoke louder. A simple touch of hands felt electric, unfamiliar yet deeply known. They laughed at their nervousness, sat close, talked endlessly — two people learning how online feelings existed in the real world.

Before he left, hesitation melted into courage. A hug lingered longer than expected. A first kiss followed — surprising, gentle, slightly rushed, yet unforgettable. It felt strange… and at the same time, completely right.

After he returned home, Anna seemed more comfortable behind calls and messages again, but something had changed. Her voice carried warmth, softness. She didn’t say everything openly, yet her care grew deeper. Lee longed to hear the words his heart already believed.

So they met again.

This time, there was less nervousness, more understanding. They moved around each other naturally, laughter replacing silence. In her room, they shared long conversations, quiet moments, and closeness that felt safe rather than uncertain. Their connection was no longer a question — it was something they both felt, fully and freely.

They shared love not just in touch, but in emotion — in listening, in holding, in simply being present. Happiness came easily when they were together, like two souls finally resting.

Later, during a call filled with comfortable silence, Anna finally said the words Lee had waited to hear.

“I love you too.”

Those words wrapped around him stronger than any embrace.

But love always meets its hardest moment — goodbye.

On the day Lee had to leave, time felt unusually cruel. Every small moment became precious: the walk together, the quiet glances, the way their hands refused to separate. Neither wanted to speak about departure, as if silence could stop it from happening.

At the airport, smiles tried to hide heavy hearts. Anna felt an emptiness growing even before he was gone. Lee carried both joy and ache — joy for finding her, ache for leaving her behind.

They realized then that distance no longer meant separation.

Because somewhere between messages, courage, fevered journeys, nervous kisses, and whispered confessions, two unexpected friends had become home for each other.

And as he walked toward departure, both knew this was not an ending — only another chapter of a love that had already crossed oceans once, and would do so again.

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