FINISHING PERFECT ... (Story #2)

There is a young man standing in the middle of the town and claims to have the best heart because there is no flaw or fracture. The crowd agreed it was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. Suddenly an old man appeared and said, "Your heart is not as beautiful as my heart!" The boys and the crowd looked at his heart. It was beating hard but full of scars. There are parts of the heart that have been removed and other heart pieces are covered but not fit properly to form a rough, jagged appearance; There are gaps in the mouth without any heart piece filling instead. The smiling man said:

- probably joking! My heart is perfect, and my stuff is just patches of scars and cuts.

The old man said confidently:

Every cut in my heart represents a person whom I love, not just girls but also parents, brothers and sisters, friends ... I tear a piece of my heart to them, often they will also give a piece of their heart to me to fill the place just torn out. But the pieces of the heart are not exactly the same, the pieces of my heart given to me are bigger than the pieces I gave them, contrary to my heart and my children. They are not equal, they create the roughness that I always love because they remind me of the love that I shared. Sometimes I handed my pieces of the heart but never received anything, they made up the defects. Love sometimes does not need reciprocation. Although the wounds are painful, I always hope they will give me a piece of their heart someday, filling the void that I have always been waiting for.

The boy stood still with tears rolling down his cheeks. He stepped forward, tearing a piece from his perfect heart and handed it to the old man. The old man also ripped a piece of his heart from his hand to him. They fit but do not exactly match, forming a jagged line on the boy's heart. My heart is not perfect but ever more beautiful because of the love from the old man's heart that flows in his heart ...