Love
β Burning Ravenπ Kolkata
My son puts a blanket on me when I fall asleep on the couch. He's seven. He does it so carefully like I'm made of glass. In his hands I am.
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Not every love story has a conventional ending. Some of the most important ones live quietly, shaping who we become without anyone knowing.
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