A young heart once asked an old scarred heart, who looked tired, dying in its seat.
"Are you beating just fine?"
"I'm beating fine more than I think I could.", the heart replied.
"Because you're old now?", young heart asked again
"I am supposed to be dead. I've been hurt badly and have been shattered into pieces, many times that it almost outnumbered the scars you can see." Young heart recognized the numerous scars, some were old and had healed, some are still wounds and bleeding. Young heart began to pity the old helpless heart.
"The first time, I almost lost my purpose. I thought I will not function again. That's the magic of first times,", the old heart managed to give away a little sarcastic laugh. " Always sets the basis. And yes, I'm never the same heart after that. "
"So why didn't you stop loving after the first time you got hurt? You're dying.", the young heart backed away and started on a way out, disappointed.
"Not been hurt, yet? huh?", old heart slowly moved toward to the leaving heart.
Young heart took a sudden stop and looked back knowing that old heart needs no answer. Old heart knew.
"Stop loving means more than dying. We were created to love. Love until it hurts, until we want to die, until we die. How can you not love if it makes you feel like living. We will always get hurt and get healed to love again.", Old heart started explaining.
"Don't you think that love is a sad thing?", a young heart asked again revealing the big wound that has been hidden the whole time, looks like an old wound but bleeding still.
"Where did you get that?", the old heart became curious.
"A heart that hasn't been loved is an aching heart.", young heart sighed.
"No. A heart that wants to stop loving, suffers. That is you. Look at you." Old heart pointed out the young heart's wound.
"But, I don't want to be like you!" Young heart burst out to tears. "I don't want to be hurt. I don't want this wound. I don't want to love anymore if I will get to be hurt again. I don't want to be sad and tired like you. Loving means hurting. I will always get hurt and will hurt other hearts, too and I can't take to see another heart like you because of me."
"No. You're wrong. That is how you see love that's why you're hurting. Not loving is more than dying, more than these scars and more than these bloody wounds. It looks awful but not as painful as you stop yourself from caring, understanding and embracing another heart." Old heart returned into the seat.
"Aren't you a sad heart?", young heart asked with eyes on the old heart's wounds and scars.
"If loving is just laughing and hugging and staying happy and being together, shame on love. Loving is to accept that there are pains, tears and sadness. I've been sad, more than you'll know. I'm a bit sad now. And I know, I will be sad later, tomorrow and the next day. But then, who cares? That is love.", Old heart was repeatedly tracing the scar and remembering the times.
"You know what?, I will never have felt the sweetest and the happiest feeling if I never had these.", old heart added.
Young heart started puzzling out what the old heart just said.
"So, hurting is a happy thing to you now?" Young heart smirked.
"Young heart, how are you supposed to feel the happiness without being sad? How can you feel how good it is to heal if haven't been broke? How much I want not to be hurt and hurt another, I will never trade being happy in love", for the first time, old heart addressed how young the heart was.
"You knew how it feels, the sudden jolt that makes you feel alive, the vibe, the heat. That is the most wonderful feeling. You, feeling the love and fulfilling your function, as well. Isn't it really good? I will choose to love over and over again to feel the same feeling over and over again. I'm not the one whose dying, you are." Old heart added with eyes on Young heart's wound.
Young heart didn't respond.
"You're beating slow. You're not functioning as how we are supposed to. The pain you have had is not the one whose killing you, you are. I know you still want love but you are afraid that you'd be hurt, so you're stopping yourself, but the funny thing is, either ways, you'll end up hurting.", old heart start laughing so hard.
"I can't stop thinking that maybe, hearts were created to be sad."
"We are created free to feel all the kinds of love that we are to give back in return, or in other words we are just to love and love even if it makes us sad hearts."
"So that is how growing old shapes you?," the young heart smiled.
"This is how loving made me. Brittle but better, I guess.", they both laugh carelessly with their wounds.
"I want to be like you." The statement made the Old heart stop laughing.
"So then, love more and be like me, old, sad, helpless, scarred heart.", Old heart smiled.
"Sad hearts are happy hearts, too.", Young heart meant it.