She cried. He had no clue what was inside her. He always thought that slowly he understands her; he can see inside her, her heart was visible to him but he was wrong. He knew nothing about her but that day when she cried, she let him peak inside her heart for the very first time. Unknowingly she let him in. He wandered for a while, he had no clue, what to do, how to respond; she cried, he listened.
Her ‘shield’ was broken, that fakeness on her face and talks were lost. She let him see the real ‘her’. Yes, he knew from the first day that she was broken but he was wrong, she was not broken but was shattered. There was no hope, no ray of light, the real ‘her’ was hiding somewhere inside her own ‘happy go lucky’ heart.
Normally, it was difficult for him to hear someone crying, he always felt strange and awkward to hear someone crying their hearts out but this time it was different; he wanted to hear her crying. The more he heard, the more he felt good. It was very strange but yes, he was happy to hear her cry. Although he never wanted her to cry, he always wanted and still wants to hear her laughter but for the very first time he felt her cry soul wrenching. He felt stronger. He was virtually there when she cried, no one else was there to hold her but he was there and was listening to her heart and for that moment he said ‘Thank You’ to her.