He never saw her crying except when he hugged her. On a solemn day, when they were frolicking together. He mustered up the courage to ask his insanely mad yet beautiful woman. ‘I never see you cry, do you?’
The girl who was soaking the warmth of the sun, etching something in her old diary, wearing a summer dress replied, ‘You are right! I never cry. I only bleed words.’
Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste