A woman sat crying alone on a large bench. A man, seeing her from a distance, made his way toward her and took a seat by her side.
He looked at the ground, tracing her tears to the small pool growing at her feet, and lent her his quiet presence until she raised her head and gently wiped her eyes dry.
Why are you crying? He asked.
Because I am alone. She said. I have loved and now my love has left me, and this bench that once held the future only holds me in memory.
He saw in her himself and wanted to relate. But mindful of his intrusion, he said only this:
See clearly now, with open eyes. Be mindful of yourself and be wise. For once I gave my heart to an idea of a person, and found the idea had taken my heart with it when it vanished.
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