They beat to circulate blood. The rhythmic beating tells us that we’re alive. It beats faster when you’re in love, and it stops when you’re in despair. 

I heard hearts beat yesterday afternoon. I heard three hearts to be exact. I heard a mother’s, and her child’s, and the third one? It was beating a mile a minute. Well, sort of. Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-choochoooooo… Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-choochoooooo…

I’m alive. I’m in love. And will it ever stop? Hopefully never.. 🙂