They played the game of cat and mouse. You know, when you meet someone, it's that staying alert that tires you until the end of the day. You listen, you look, you taste. What if everything is perfect? You know perfect doesn't exist. There has to be a flaw. But what if you can't help yourself and be completely honest? You do that when you become sure. But what if you are panic stricken as well? You do things, you say things you shouldn't say, you realise when it is too late what your mistakes are. Well, then you try again, nothing is as it should be, because when two broken hearts meet, it's difficult to connect and listen to each other's beat at the same time. All the bullshit goes on, you cannot take it, you cannot stop it. Each heart with its own bullshit. All this time, each heart follows its details trying to make up a story of its own for its own peace of mind. Each looks, listens, beats faster or slower. And when they find their details, they stop. One cannot wait anymore, the other just starts beating. Strange. Why should things happen when you want them? Well, they just don't. They take their time, they wait, and they act when they want to. But one heart disappears, while the other answers certain questions that seemed stupid at the time they were asked. One heart thinks of the reason for which it made those choices. Knowing that life was somewhere else, then moving to that particular place. All these seemed non-sense at the time, without the prospects of finding answers to them. Then, going to work seemed a journey of initiation every time, taking too long and crossing a whole town. But that particular street and that particular building on the left always caught the attention. When memories come back, together with other such bits of surreal information, the heart starts beating faster and faster. It starts believing that it has sorted out the most important mystery of life. But how could it tell such a thing? It seems like something taken from a surrealist novel, where nothing makes any sense. Just pieces put together like a puzzle where everything fits together perfectly. The hearts beat together, feel each other. One goes on its way and the other one is torn to even more pieces than it was before. One phone call in the middle of the night was enough to ruin everything. One asked for it, the other one gave it without a blink of an eye. Then, there remains the question: Who won the game of cat and mouse? Wondering, celebrating.