The heart is flexible. It has a memory. It is a cruel liar. And perhaps most importantly, it has needs. It needs a friend, a lover, and more than any other organ, it needs time—to heal, to hurt, to make peace with the senseless, and make room to accept, to beat loudly enough for us to listen. The body has needs—fire, food, water—but the heart needs so much more. And my heart needs him.
