" where are you now? "
" I'm in the middle… "
" In the middle of what?! "
" In the middle of a search…you know, trying to get my heart back…"
" I have thought that I'm your heart."
" don’t be sad, you really are my heart or at least part of it, you see; I'm trying to look for the other half. "
Sometimes when I get angry I'm starting to talk to myself. Does that mean I'm crazy?
I even imagine how I'm going to die, you see normal people don’t think this type of thoughts; they don’t even talk to themselves. I guess that is what happens when you don’t have the other part of your heart inside you.
I have always known I was different but now I know why.