The story that I want to tell you is about the life of a person who was burned by the fire of love, who tried hard for his love, who was able to sacrifice even his beating heart in his chest if necessary. This story is just a piece of fiction, but there are some things in life that are closer to the truth than real life events... The name of the hero of our story is Tokhir, his heart is filled with all the emotions that exist with love. In fact, he is a mental and physical health, but he seems to have lost himself even a little in the sweet dreams of love. Tokhir was a young man of medium height, straight figure and weight appropriate for his body, he has black hair that is neither short nor long. For Tokhir, the most beautiful of the world as princess, his first and last love was the only Zukhra. I still remember the day I met Zukhra for the first time. It was one of the first days of autumn...I am the second-year university student. One day before the start of studies, a close friend invited me to the “Student Union”. The reason was to prepare for the opening ceremony of the new study year. There are a number of students of our faculty but among them, Zukhra was well-dressed, her faces were as bright as the sun, she was shorter height, her hair was dark, her eyebrows were as bow, her eyelashes were thin, and her eyes captured my imagination. When I met her for the first time, I wondered if it was a coincidence or a joke of fate (In Uzbek culture, Tokhir and Zukhra are expressed as couple of image of lifelong love). When I saw her, my heart was pounding, I couldn't control my feelings, considering that I was usually the most serious and determined person in front of others. Tell to truth, I was fall in love her at first sight till my last breath. Every morning, I woke up with the desire to see her for today. The moment which I saw her taking a gentle step towards me, I was filled with happiness and joy and I could not hide my emotions on my face. Despite this, I could not find the strength to express for her my endless love. For the reason that, I was afraid that she would reject my love. However, our relationship became more serious and we seemed to be getting closer to each other and one day, she hinted that she also had lovely feelings for me. I couldn't understand it at first, but her heart and eyes spoke the truth. I was so happy…it was as if happy couples like us didn't exist in this world. Day by day, our love grew so much that we were like two souls in one body. Both of us had such sweet dreams, set great goals for our future and even the whole universe seemed to be working to make our wishes come true. We even swore that we will be together until the day we wait. One day she asked me a question, "What will you give me on my birthday?" (her birthday was on the fourth of July), this question was not a simple question for me, so I answered, "Let's celebrate your birthday together, then you will know what I will give you". After that event, she was in a depressed condition when I saw her and I asked her why? She did not want to tell me.Then, she didn't come to study, I couldn't contact with her cell phone. I was very worried about her, I couldn't find a place to put myself. The next day I met her, her eyes were sad, tired, it was clear from her face that she had cried during the whole night. I asked her the reason for this and she was silent, did not want to answer, and did not listen to my words, turned around and ran towards her house. It was like she was hiding something from me. I didn't know what it was. The next days passed like a nightmare in a dark night. Then, a close girlfriend of hers contacted me by phone and told me that her condition is bad and that she is now in the hospital. In this situation, I could not know what my ears heard and understood, my eyes darkened. Nevertheless, I quickly caught myself and ran towards my love. I barely got to the hospital and when I looked Zukhra who was pinned to the bed, hardly able to speak. She looked at me with kindly black eyes and tried to get up. I stopped her on condition, I leaned Zukhra's head on my chest and began to care her, I tried not to let her know that there were small water-drop in my eyes. Doctors said that she was diagnosed with heart failure. Day by day, she was fading in front of my eyes, I wanted to hold her in my arms. I wish there was a wizard who could take her out of her pain, but at that moment, I took another path... After some time, a new heart was moved to Zukhra. She underwent a serious operation and opened her eyes. Immediately, the nurse handed her a letter. It was written in the letter: "Do you remember what you said, what kind of gift you would give me on my birthday, that day has come, I gave you my heart my BELOVED, happy birthday to you" . Yes, the letter had written by Tokhir and it was dated the fourth of July...