I found it, he said. Then he squealed with joy as he had finally found True Love.
He wrapped True Love in silk clothing made from the threads of the finest breed of silkworms, and placed it gently in an intricately-designed wooden box made of mahogany, littered with diamonds, sapphires, rubies and every other kind of jewellery that he knew existed. He sprayed the box with a perfume so sweet, bees from a mile away thought it was pure nectar from the rarest and most beautiful of flowers.
He held True Love dearly in his heart, so much so that he never let the box out of his sight, not even briefly.
Once a day, he would take True Love out of the box, gently stroking it with his hands. He would then take it outside, to his magnificient garden where the most vibrant orchids and the most elegant of roses were grown. By dusk, he would then put True Love back in the mahogany box.
Then, one day, when he especially needed consolation, he was surprised to see that True Love wasn't in the box. Nobody could have stolen it. He eyed the box all the time. It left him perplexed.
True Love had simply vanished, into thin air, without a trace.
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