Maung Hla Myo (Chin Chaung Village) - Heart transplant treatment and chest pain

(1)

As someone who writes love poems and romance novels, I have a responsibility to continue discussing the negative effects of love.

You've probably heard of it. Among the many painful experiences of love (the pain of being rejected by your lover, the pain of being betrayed by your lover, the pain of being betrayed by your lover...), the pain of heartbreak is the most intense of all feelings. (Yes, heartbroken people).

Taking on a responsibility that no one has given me, to heal that heartbreak, to spread some kind of alternative, as far as I can, I thought... (with full sympathy). With that full sympathy, I went online.

“I warn all those who are heartbroken not to make the wrong choice for a heart transplant,” I announced urgently.

Really. Too much sympathy. Being unfaithful... is a matter of ups and downs for the person who does it. If the person who feels it doesn't care, if they can't feel it, if they have little ability to feel it, their life can be ruined.

(I once wrote that a broken heart can't ruin a hundred lives).

When they were in love, there was no father or mother between them. No uncle or aunt. No family.

"Do you love me?", "I love you"... they were warm and friendly with each other. Well... they wanted to get together. My father had high blood pressure, my mother had a heart attack, my uncle... didn't agree, my aunt... was impatient, and the community... opposed.

Where were those people when I replied, "I love you..."?

They love each other, but in the end, the family circle is what it is... and, they treat the oath that was dedicated to tens of millions of people in the world as a toilet seat, and abandon it.

2010 ... Throughout the year, I have met and supported many people who were heartbroken, with great sadness (they don't know. How could they know that I was the one who was heartbroken? I looked down at my broken heart bravely).

(2)

2010- January (1), at 10:05 PM, my fever was 103, (coincidentally, on January (1), this year 2011, at 10:05 PM, I had a fever of 102)

To be specific, in January 2010, my married life was ruined (I got divorced).

Without knowing it, my brothers and sisters (the audience) from afar openly discuss their innermost feelings, ask me for advice, and even have my own moments of heartbreak very rarely. (But... they are doing well, I'm glad to hear that).

Well... not long ago, a young lecturer who had been looking for sympathy for me and my broken marriage, developed a bond with me.

As the bond between the two grew, they became lovers. If I tell you, it's heartbreaking.

He came to meet me (on leave) instead of going to the university where he worked, from the city where he lived. And then... I met him.

As my future husband, I introduced him to Ma May Ne and took him to the city where he had a big university.

He came. I sent him. I went. He looked up, the love of two people, in the land of Zwekapin, like snow •• • We.

Who knows where his house is? The house is in one city. The school is in another city.