“Help me. I think I’m having a heart attack.”
I called 9-1-1, I thought I was dying. He showed up to rescue me, but now he wants more. Can I ever love again with a broken heart?
When stuff happens fast, we say it’s in a heartbeat. In a heartbeat everything changes. In a heartbeat our world falls apart. People die in a heartbeat, that much I know. But what about love? The very reason our heart beats in the first place.
I thought my heart was killing me and that brought Byron to my door. The brave firefighter I knew once upon a lifetime ago. Like every hero, he wears scars. Mine are worn across my heart. The same one that pounds in my chest whenever I look in his eyes.
Everything that happens fast is in a heartbeat, right? That’s how long it took to think I’d die. That’s how long it took for him to walk back into my life. The question is: Is a heartbeat long enough to fall in love?