Dear Heart,
Please stop racing every time he’s near.
Please stop popping when he calls my name.
Please don’t skip a beat when he talks to me.
Please stop acting so funny when we touch.
Please stop beating too fast that I could hardly breathe.
And please, stop breaking whenever he’s with her.
You know you’re killing me.
So bottom line, stop feeling something for him.
Because I don’t know how much longer I can control you.
P.S. You’re only job was to pump blood. This is way beyond your job description.
Sincerely,
Me…