My life long fascination with hearts is finally coming to an end.
I've spent a lifetime wearing hearts around my neck, in my ears, and on my fingers. I held my house key with a long chain of hearts, one chimed, one was plastic, most were silver, some were lockets. So many hearts dangling from chains. It was ridiculous, not to mention heavy.
Its ironic to me to have a key ring made of hearts.
There is no key that opens my heart.
Hearts made of any other substance can't replace the real thing.
I have collected hearts ~
well more like saved when accidentally found,
of various objects. There was a rock in the shape of a heart, shell hearts, several leaves shaped like hearts, even a potato chip heart. I remember presenting one to a male co-worker (a potato chip in the shape of a heart) he kept it for months on his shelf - also ridiculous.
I'm tired of keeping hearts on a shelf and I'm tired of making believe hearts around my neck, in my ears or on my fingers mean something.
I recently saw a heart cookie turned upside down and the heart was then made to resemble a womans bottom wearing fancy panties.
As many times as my heart has made me feel like an ass this seems quite fitting.
That's all I have left to say on the subject of hearts. I'm done with hearts.
