sent by Priya Sher A young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. But an old man [...]
Disturbingly true. I relate to the old man who unconditionally has given pieces of his heart and involuntarily, my salty tears carrying all the agony bottled up inside me, traveled on my cheeks, marking a path of unhealed wounds and empty gouges..… Though my pain is too strong to carry, but I know that I am stronger cause it didn't cripple me, and I still have hope:…”someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting” Great story