I reach for my heart and find that it's not there there's a space where it used to belong with a note left in its spot
"I've run away from home Please don't expect me back any time soon. I do love you, but I feel safer in the protection of his arms"
As I set the note down with a soft sadness I hear a knock at my door Snapping out of my anxious gloom, Rushing to the door expecting it to be my heart returned to me
I open it... but instead of my heart I see his, his heart reaching out its arms to me
I pick it up carefully, cradling it in my arms it seems to beam with a warm happiness
It notices the hole where my heart once was It motions towards it and I explain that my heart had left me
His heart seemed to smile and gently nestled itself into the hole that my own heart had left completing my circulatory system pumping my blood feeling my veins alive with strong vitality