Unconnected

Slow rate

When I was a kid and i fell in love for the first time I thought I was dying.

All the of the sudden my heart stopped. I remember screaming to my mom for help, I remember telling her my heart was not beating anymore. She put her hand on top of it and counted for 60 seconds, 60 beats she said, "you're okay baby, you're just fine".

I'm not. I wasn't felling it, so I was not okay.

Later, in my life, we discovered I suffer from tachycardia, which meant my heart beats faster than normal in any situation, even slipping my heart race was still an 80/second when then normal rate is 60 bpm. It was not a breakthrough for me, I always knew, I could always feel it speeding faster, and faster and faster and it didn't scare me it actually made me feel good. I was okay then.

One day, I got my heartbroken and that I seriously thought he was going to explode. Racing faster than ever. I was checked in the hospital because of it. It didn't stop until a few days later. I was exhausted, tired, it hurts when I would take a breath, sneezed, pee...i mean I was out but i got better, fast. In less than nothing I was back on my feet again, promising to not get broken again, living my best life, my best days, my faster life.

A month later I saw him, sitting with is friend, grabbing on a drink, being innocuously loud with those pretty brilliant eyes and perky pink lips. I swear I could not stand him and then...my heart "stopped" for the first time in so long and I didn't know why.

And from then until now, once in a while, he stops. When he smiles, when he laughs, when he's loud, when he's kind, when he loves me more than I can't take.

"Your heart is not beating as fast as usual" he breathes with is head on top of my chest, listening the music I make for him.

For some reason i let out a little laugh, and he laughs back at me. "Care to explain...?", sassy I think I look at him, doesn't he know it's all is fault, e bet he knows, he just wants to hear it.

"He thinks he is a clock. He likes to work like that, and some time he believes, deeply within himself, that if he walks slower, if he stops running like he normally does, time will slow too. He likes you."

He smiled and I wasn't dying.