Lost Hearts Collection Service 5

After all, these love can only be perceived by the person he loves, and in the eyes of those who have nothing to do with it, it simply does not exist. It is said that a long time ago, in the days when people used to use their hearts when they interacted with each other, people put a lot of value on love then, but that is no longer the case now. The young man stood still as the sun set beyond the horizon and the shadows came up and swallowed most of his body, leaving only a little broken light leaking from his eyes covered by his hands. He chuckled softly. It turned out that everything was fake, an illusion, starting with a misunderstanding and ending with a joke. It's like pulling money out of your own wallet to buy a jar of sweet honey, and now that the honey is finished, the owner comes to the door and says this wallet is the wrong one for you, that sweetness shouldn't be yours, and takes back both the wallet and the newly loaded money. "I'm sorry ......" the girl hung her head and took the initiative to take the young man's hand. The heart of his hand is cold. Because the heart that provided warmth and love was gone, now he was back to being a man who had lost his heart. "I'm sorry." He said the same thing and drew his hand back. Several question marks were playing in his head, was it because the wrong heart had given the wrong instructions that made him like the other person, or was it because he had the wrong heart that he also had the qualities that could make the other person like him? This love affair, is not from the beginning is pure fiction, no foundation? I'm afraid these questions also exist in the girl's head, but now they are no longer necessary to find the answer, even ask the question is superfluous. The young man's heart and love are gone, and probably some more blows related to anger, doubt and disappointment, really can no longer sustain a passionate relationship. The girl did not say anything more, the wooden look on the other's face said it all. When she broke her heart and decided never to love anyone again, the expression in the mirror was so similar to the one he had now. She came over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly on the cheek: "Take care, goodbye." The young man and the girl did not see each other again for some time after that, even though they still lived next door to the same apartment building, but all those coincidental encounters in the elevator room, in the cafe downstairs and when they went out to throw out the garbage disappeared strangely. For the second time, the young people return to a life without heart. Going to work, leaving work, partying, playing sports, seeing relatives and friends, and dealing with colleagues and clients. He thought that the loss of the heart would have no effect, just as it did the first time he lost it. But this is not the case. As long as love has been here before, it will always leave its mark. Over the next few days, at many unpredictable moments, sometimes when he was alone in the dead of night, sometimes when he was at a party, and sometimes when he was just sitting in his office completing a simple task, something, something that he thought had disappeared with the return of his heart, would pop up again without notice. The young man was surprised to find that even without the heart, that feeling of love was still remembered by the whole body. His fingers remembered the feel of touching her cheek, his nose remembered the smell of gently sniffing her long hair, and his eyes remembered the way her whole being glowed when she smiled. The heart full of love is no longer there, but the love that filled it has long overflowed, traveling down his veins all over his body, even breaking into the depths of his soul, sprouting and taking root wherever it flows, and then sprouting more love.