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Two years ago something very peculiar happened. 

My heart wandered. 

It simply packed its suitcase and wandered away. I wrote it a letter in heart language but it never responded. So what does one do when one’s heart wanders? 

Follow. 

For being without a heart is to be no longer alive. 

As I went searching for my heart, I learned that it intuitively knows what to do and where to go, and I learned that it wandered for a very special reason. 

And so, as I travelled in search of my heart, I caught glimpses of it everywhere – in your sunglasses upon first glance, then in your very blue eyes, in the court yard, in the trees and plants, in the pool, little signs of it in the streets, in your sheets, in the landscape, in my work, in your work and in the new places that We visited. 

And then, 

I saw my heart amongst you. Right next to you! On your lips, in your bed, 

 

 

Being in love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person!