Lost Hearts6

Now they flow back from all sides of the body and fill the empty chest, making it as hot and hot as when there was a heart. The heart can be lost, but true love is not lost. The young man did not know whether he should be happy or sad about this, he fell into a confusion about life. But love is never hidden, if they are not peacefully collected into the heart, it will bounce more unruly, all kinds of memories and feelings stirred his whole person is not peaceful, as if someone with a loud speaker in his ears shouting: "obviously so good a girl, why do you want to give up?!" But ...... young man pressed his chest, where although it was being filled with impassioned emotions, but no heart. He recalled when the girl apologized to herself fearfully just because she had a crack in her heart, worrying that this would not be fair to him. That a person who has lost his heart is qualified to renew the broken feelings again? After tossing and turning for several days, the young man, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, decided to knock on the door of the girl next door. No one opened the door, and the mailbox full of advertisements seemed to say that the owner of the house had not been home for some time. The young man surveyed the mailbox with a sense of loss, and suddenly noticed an envelope corner showing on the opening of the mailbox next to him, the one marked with his door number. The young man took the letter out, it was handwritten and his handwriting was familiar, with the usual graceful style of a girl writing. The letter began briefly, saying only that she was going away on a trip, not saying where, only that it would probably be a long time before she returned. Then there was a long apology and the girl's explanation: "I'm sorry for hiding something so important from you at the beginning, but I'm sure that I won't follow the wrong person simply because you took a wrong heart. I know my own heart, the love inside is true or false, I will not be mistaken, because only true love can make that crack in my heart heal again, so that it once again knows what it means to be complete ......" Here the letter paper is a little wrinkled, some words and traces of wet staining, like the person who wrote the letter knocked over the glass of water next to him and let the water soak through. The young man sighed and touched the crumpled area on the letterhead. A familiar sensation hit him. It was the same strange sensation he had felt when he had put the wrong heart into his chest, and a warmth spread throughout his body, though only for a brief moment. In a trance, he even saw the scene when the girl wrote the letter while she was in tears, the tears dripping on the letterhead and blurring the writing. Then the scene shifted to the scene when she lost her lover for the first time: before throwing the cold heart away, the girl held it in her arms for the last time, with the same tears flowing into her empty heart. But these tears represent not sadness or resentment, each tear is condensed from the warmth and joy that once existed, they should have ridden on the heat of the lovers' mutual hearts, transformed into wind, blowing freely between the lovers, but now they are made heavy by indifference and can only turn into tears, falling hopelessly. Then they seeped into that dry, empty shell and disappeared without a trace. But in fact they are still there, just waiting for a person, a person who can really read the girl's tears, and then use the warmth to let them wake up.