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I Promise

By Krupa Elsa Saji



There was always something so peculiar. I wasn't sure if it was the sparkle in your eyes or the way you slid your fingers through my hair. There's always a strange familiarity in the words that escape your lips, a cool comfort under your shoulders. It's as if each beat of your heart sung out a tale; A tale the stars whisper out to the moon on its brightest nights. A tale your eyes narrate to my soul enchanting me into a deep spell as they meet mine. It's as if we've lived together a lifetime, knowing each other, growing together, through the pain, the agony, the tears. Maybe it was the minute I watched you fall asleep, relieved, calm, as if a child on his mother's lap; or maybe the night I felt you hurt as the muscles on your body tensed up in defense. Maybe it made sense the second



our lips met, or the minute your arms pulled me closer. Maybe it's the smile that spreads across my face when you talk about something you love, or the pride that blossoms in my heart when you reach the top. It's the massages I give you after a long day till my arms cramp, and the innocent kiss on your cheek after you've drifted off to sleep. It's the peace I feel knowing you're there to catch me every time I fall and the tears that roll down my cheek when we don't talk. Destiny brought us together, but fate could tear us apart. And if there ever comes a day that our hearts grow too cold and our souls do not know each other; Meet me in the gardens where the roses do not grow thorns and the skies no longer thunder. I promise you'll find me there.



By Krupa Elsa Saji




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