The Heart

Number I abhor heart. More than ham and tea. If I were on a isolated island, I could maybe eat ham and tea to survive.

If I were locked in a room with hearts, I'd think of it as torture.

So needless-to-say, does anyone's heart sometimes play with them? or is that the head talking back to the heart? or the soul? 

Ahhhh, not to go get to psych-majorish on you. The heart is absolutely something. 

Sometimes, I think this is true. Most of the time not.

One of my closest friends in high school always said, 'throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.'

Eek.

Moral of the Story: 

The heart.

You are a strange thing, my friend.

But, I sure am glad to be alive and have you.