This is something I've read from somewhere a long time ago.

Tale of the Broken Heart, and a Heartless Monk

It all began, when there is this man, who is in all essence, a person of good character and identity. He was once a joyful man who seemed to have no anxiety over obstacles, and was a successful man.

It all took to an abrupt end. The joy of the man and his success and wealth, all swept away by some unseen force no one could see nor hear. It seemed more than luck, to which caused the man to be depressed and down, to neglect his daily work and refused to eat, nor come in human contact with anyone. This force is truly something to be reckoned with.

It was then, of coincidence, that he had granted an old monk from a distant province, to stay in for the night. In the warmth of the summer night, the man went into his garden, looking to the heavens, as though searching for the answers, yet he found none. The monk then came into the garden, and sat with the man. The man, unwilling to talk to anyone, much less a monk, stood up and was about to take his leave. It was then, the monk spoke up.

"How long has it been, since your heart is whole?"

"About 2 weeks now," Said the man, downcast. "How would you have come to know of my situation?"

"Anyone who's heartless, who had seen and hear much less love, would not seek answers from the Heavens. He would seeks the truth from the Heavens, would be one who's heart knows much love, and that that the love had been taken away, shattering the heart." Came the reply.

"If you are heartless, then please tell me how to solve this problem, I beg you."

"First tell me, for I need to know such depth to let you see the light. Who is the one, who caused such love to fail? The Him, or the Her?" Questioned the monk.

"Her." The man said, suppressing his tears as he recalled the perfect past he had, and that he wanted.

Upon hearing this, the monk merely gave a chuckle. Standing up, he laughed heartily on his way out of the garden.

"Wait! You have not told me the answers!" The man cried out.

"The answers are within you, and that your pain is unneccessary." The monk turned. "Let me ask you this, who do you think, had suffered the most loss due to this matter?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's me. I'm the victim." Blurted the man.

"No, you are not. She is the victim, yet you are not the criminal. She, once again, is the criminal. Think it through. You lost someone who doesn't love you anymore, and that she had lost someone who is willing to die for her, for he loves her." The monk said, turning.