Everyone starts a story by introducing the character, but I didn’t know this man, so I want to begin the story with how I met him.
It was a terrible day. No, no, that’s wrong; days are not terrible, it’s just the presence of bad and heartless people that can make days seem bad. You know how when you break up with the person you love the most, suddenly that day becomes awful? It was just like that. It felt as if the world was collapsing on you, and you were searching for a place to escape. Then suddenly, you find yourself in a void and start sinking into its depths.
Then, all of a sudden, your eyes open and your brain opens the doors of a dream world for you, as if saying, “Hey buddy, come on.” Then, trusting your brain and with the courage your heart gives you, you step through that door. Suddenly, memories of that person come to your mind, and then your brain reflects them into your eyes, and two tears fall down from your eyes.
So many people think that the heart falls in love, but it is actually the brain that falls in love. In this story, until I met this man I encountered, I also thought that love was related to the heart. But after I got to know him and met him, I realized that what leads us to a person and makes us fall in love is actually the brain.
Yes, I will tell you about this man I met, and in this story, a great surprise awaits you; you will be shocked and ask “how” and “why.” Because the person I am going to talk about is schizophrenic, and what caused his condition is love. His brain constantly drives him toward that person, and even though that person is not there, due to his illness he could still see her; he lived always feeling her presence. But she was not beside him—she was in a grave...
