Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

In that house you will find my heart. You must break in Henri and get it back for me.Was she mad We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her but she took my hand and put it against her chest.Feel for yourself.

Perhaps all romance is like that not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.