That's what started this whole relationship, between my heart and I.
I told him, "No, not really."
And he said to me, "I think you are."
I wasn't so sure. I mean - look at me. So, I asked him, "What makes you say that?"
He smiled exuberantly.
"You don't have a pacemaker.
And I'm not talking about the one you wear to keep me pumping, the metallic hunk of junk clogging all the space in your chest.
No, I'm talking about a pacemaker that everyone seems to have.
One that ties them down to work, family, or whatever the crap else humans seem to care about.
I don't see one on you.
You can take risks easily.
You dream big, I dream big.
You like games, so do I.
The sky's the limit with you.
So, I guess I just answered my own question:
You are an interesting person.
Let's hang out."
said my heart.
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