Peace. Tonight. I felt peace. I always do when I am with you.
When I imagine you holding me, with that energy encimpassing our bodies like a protective layer.
Lying in bed, falling asleep imagining you spoonong me. So calm and warm and safe.
There is no anger. There is no hate. There is no betrayal or annimosty.
Fear that this is all in my mind.
Fear that this peace doesn’t exist.
Fear that that true peace is not possible and I created it.
But there remains hope.