Hearts treading hand in hand..

She wasn't really good with emotions and  often used to validate their love with tears. Tears of longing, tears of pain, tears of love she felt for this extraordinary, compassionate, and beautifully fucked up man. They fell voluntarily kissing her cheek softly while she thought of him, or wrote him a note while he slept, because she knew it will make him smile when he wakes up. They were two hearts treading hand in hand on a forbidden path in persuit of universe. They had this world of their own where future was uncertain, past was irrelevant and that very moment  was life. Life in which they were tethered together, life in which they laughed, cried, and being insane together. Their path wasn't known by those passing by even though they dealt with every one of them. They had invisible strings pulling them closer after every distraction. Sometimes it used to exhaust her but he knew her secrets. He knew exactly which cord to pluck to get her heart signing again and she kept it open, vulnerable, and accessible for him to play with her melodies.