We love those who are not worth loving. We appreciate those who cannot be appreciated. Let me tell you that love does not exist. There is only a word that stupid people came up with. There is affection, a thin thread that unites two people; which can break at any second. Many people say I love, without knowing the meaning of this word. He broke my world, which we built and cherished for a long time. Will I ever be able to rebuild it? Like a Chinese wall, I will collect the bricks of my heart piece by piece, gaining new faith that love still has its own meaning, which is given to everyone personally.