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Kunal Kishore

Blue heart

Sometimes peace is just an evening spent sitting with her behind a row of boats, looking at the setting sun above the lake.


Sometimes peace is the warmth of her body in your arms, laying in the bed at 3pm with the blinds shut, in the silence disturbed by nothing but her slow breath on your chest.


Sometimes peace is driving into the woods holding her hand and humming love songs together, the taste of her lips lingering while you wait for the next red light.


Sometimes peace is the feeling of tear drops drying off your cheeks, the weight lifted off the chest after an emotional midnight conversation with her, knowing that there's someone who can see this side of you.


Sometimes peace is knowing that she loves you, that she trusts you, that she's loyal to you, that she's gonna marry you, that you can finally fall free with your eyes closed.


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