Heartbeat

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 in despair.

I heard hearts beat yesterday afternoon. Three hearts to be exact. 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? Never. :)