Love is a business.
You have a heart. You met someone nice. He looks at your heart excitedly. He makes your heart looks good. He bargains for it. And at last, you sell it off. Or at least you offer your heart for a trial with conditions.
But finally he seems interested enough until you decided to sell it off. Without knowing that your heart is bought just for some reason that is not a pleasure for you to know. And after some time, he wants to return it back. And asking for no refund.
At this time even though you don’t have to refund him, you knew you had lost the business.
Love is the business I always lost.