QUOTE : Sometimes I look at you, just look at you, and wonder why it took me so long to find you. Were you hiding or was I lost for so long I was unable to catch your scent? You see, I’m a hunter, not for prey, but for hearts, your heart. And deep inside, before I knew what I know, the scent of you, the beating of your heart, had called to me. Your tracks were faint, your heartbeat barely perceptible. Was it because it had been broken? Was it weakened because of the sins of others? Or had mine grown so cold from the absence of love that it no longer recognized you? “Time passed with no urgency. Days slipped off of the calendar in as routine a manner as the morning school bell. Nothing happened. Nothing was felt but the sensation of being without you. Even though I didn’t know you, I missed you. I missed you. See, I knew there was a you…somewhere, somehow. Your weakened heart. My cold one. They were one, two pieces of a puzzle hidden from each other. And now…” I reached up and grabbed my chest then rested my other hand on hers, right over her heart. “Now that I’ve found you, tracked you, and captured you. Now, our hearts beat as one.