I dreamed they cut me open and found i had two hearts. The second one was small, and it was a different color. It was hidden underneath the main heart, so they didn"t see it at first. I was very surprised when them told me about it, but the doctor said it was completely normal. He said that most of people have two hearts,we just never know it.
How can it be, i wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago?
I realized there are things about her i will never know. It's not the content of of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark colors; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.
