The language of the heart

The more I sit and think, the more it sinks in..

Your heart is much, much more than just an organ that pushes blood around.

Ever have that moment when you meet someone and you feel your pulse quicken, that little lurch in your chest, or the sudden warmth spreading through your upper body? It's your heart saying, "Hey, I think this person's pretty sweet."

I feel like no matter what happens, my heart is there to say, "You need more friends! Nice ones!" because it certainly seems like the old ones have either moved on or found better things to do than talk to me. Admittedly, I'm not the most fun or best person in the world, but I suppose when the subject of most of my conversations is how dismal my love life is, I get a little boring. I dunno.

Back to the original matter of hearts telling people to get to know someone better, I had one of those moments this weekend. We haven't seen each other for at least a year... but yet, it felt like no time had elapsed at all. She's still pretty, funny, and friendly, and I'm still a quirky yet occasionally amusing drummer boy.

I don't know much, but I do know this: Being cared about, even slightly - and especially by such a wonderful person - is one of the most beautiful sensations in the world. I hope you're reading, because I want to tell you: Thank you so very much for reminding me that there are good people left in the world.