We speak less, sometimes a few hours pass easily without words, not that we don't speak, but our eyes do that instead, crazily.

There will be days when we fight with each other, argue about petty things; but at the last, every time I visit a temple, I pray to the Almighty that we should stay together, ever. And I'm sure she does the same. Perhaps, that's called love.

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Just a thought. Hope you liked it.