Heartbeat

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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. 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.. 🙂