My heart hurts, but not in the call 911 way.

Before anyone sends me to urgent care, let me clarify.

I am not having a heart attack.
Trust me, I am the daughter of a man who died of one at 47, so I basically have an honorary WebMD degree in cardiac panic.

It is not the organ in my chest that is hurting.
It is the other heart. The Valentine’s Day one. The emotional one.

The one Prozac usually keeps bubble wrapped and safely offline.

Last night, I felt feelings.
Full-bodied, emotional, inconvenient feelings.
They kept me awake; ev...