Who said that you keep the love inside a heart?

She always thought about herself as a little tinny stone without a heart.
She told her friend about it.

                                              "Welcome to the club" - Her friend said.

And just as it wasn't a big of a deal, she demanded her friend to give her LOVE. 

Was this girl out of her mind? how could she demand to be loved, if she did not have a heart? where would the so called "love" be placed, if she did not have a place to save it?

                                                 "But you don't have a heart"

                                                 "Where would my Love go to?" 

                                                                                      -Her friend said.

     suddenly, the girl started to give it a realistic thought: is it the love meant to be saved, storage or guard? in that case, how do we know where to put it? anatomy gives it the name, but if you look up the definition of "heart", you certainly won't find "meant to save, guard or stored love", anatomically speaking  it is meant to bump the blood to each of our body parts.

      Then again, she brought her dreamer self  to her mind and thought that maybe a heart was not the only place where she could put the love that she gain, maybe her curly and lovely hair was as useful and functional as a heart to guard the love.

       the girl grinned and told her friend about her rant: 

                "Well, you love would go to my hair."

                "It is like a second heart" - She said.

                            "As big and wild? it make sense"- Her friend said.

         "Think about it"

        "Sometimes it's confident, wild and it doesn't give a f*ck about anything and maybe it is because it feels free or passionate and adventurous"

   "But there are other times where it can be really smooth, shy and easy to treat and it may be because it feels lonely, loved or in peace with itself."

         "Just as the beats of a heart" - She said.

                                                        

                       "Okey, now it makes a lot of sense" - Her friend said.

       The girl allowed herself to grinned proud of her weird, childish but sweet rant, only to receive an answer just as sweet as the person who wrote it:

                     "I don't think it matters if you don't have a heart, maybe, you don't need one for others to give you love, eventually it will grow and you'll realize why you didn't want one. Then you'll have to save it, like a bank account that guards a treasure..."- Her friend said.