Emotional breakup story

Every time he came, she would secretly drop a coin into the chubby little piggy bank. This was her way of marking her love.

At first, the piggy bank was empty, and the coins made a pleasant, crisp jingling sound as they fell.

Gradually, as he visited more often, the piggy bank filled up, and the coins’ falling sound became duller as they collided with others.

When he wasn’t there, she would often hold the cute little piggy bank and shake it gently. The increasing weight filled her with joy. It was the joy of love.

Yes, she loved this man, even though she met him late, even though he was a husband and a father of a two-year-old. Yet, she still fell in love with him. Like many women who fall for married men, she was drawn to him, disregarding the sense of injustice, only yearning for the short-lived happiness after each long wait. Until, three years later, one day while cleaning, she accidentally broke the piggy bank.

The piggy bank hit the ground, making a crisp sound, and many coins scattered from the broken pieces.

She stood there, dazed for a moment before feeling the pain—as if it wasn’t just a piggy bank that broke but the love she had carefully guarded for over three years.

She suddenly realized it had already been three years with him.

Then, heartbroken, she squatted down to pick up the scattered coins. New and old one-yuan coins.

She subconsciously counted them as she picked them up. When she reached 125 coins, there were no more on the floor. 125 coins, it couldn’t be just 125 coins for three years. She felt unsatisfied and searched again—under the coffee table, behind the sofa. Finally, she found 6 more coins. Altogether, there were 131 coins.

131 coins, piled up on the table, a small heap. Yet, her heart still felt empty since the moment the piggy bank broke.

It was only 131 coins, representing 131 brief meetings with him.

Indeed, each meeting was short, usually around dusk. He would come over, they would have dinner together, talk, then go to bed, and he would leave at an appropriately early time.

She once thought such love was also fulfilling and happy. When they were apart, daily phone calls and messages made her feel they were often together. So many coins, when the piggy bank wasn’t broken, felt heavy in her hands. She didn’t realize it was just the weight of 131 coins. But it was over 1,000 days!

Over 1,000 days, 131 coins. She calculated that even with such brief meetings, it averaged out to one meeting every ten days. This was the truth of her love. At that moment, she was hit hard by this truth, shattered. Just like the piggy bank that couldn’t be pieced back together, she always thought she had filled it with love. Now she knew her love’s piggy bank had always been hollow.

After cleaning up the broken pieces, she stood up and made a calm decision—to leave him. She felt clearly that she couldn’t continue with him. 131 coins had extinguished her love’s passion completely. She suddenly woke up—this kind of love, no matter how grand it seemed, was hollow inside. It was hollow love.

She knew many loves like hers died of grievances, lack of a future, or being discovered by the other’s spouse, but her love died from a broken piggy bank.

Different paths, same destination.

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