#heart to heart

[dastanslove]

I wonder if you miss me like I miss you

[sonocomics]

Another Heart to Heart! The first Kevesi AND Agnian one - Noah and Sena!

I wanted to avoid the easy way out of starting with the Ouroboros pairs first for the H2Hs, so I actually paired up Noah and Sena first and worked backwards from there! Since they're two of the more immediately friendly types that aren't already a pair :>

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[clemenlush]

this is so mac demarco heart to heart

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Intimacy isn't just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, going on dates, dancing, cuddling, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact & feeling each other without touching–it's exchanging energy.

[lixzey]

Heart to Heart

super thanks to @lilmaymayy for all the help 🤍

ONE. TWO. THREE.

warnings: mentions of death, car accident, hospitalization, and surgery.

wc: 2.8k

Y/N L/N had it all. A perfect life, a loving family, friends, you name it.

She's a beautiful woman with a heart and soul to match it. But, she's dying.

Her heart, it's killing her. She has everything, except a heart donor. Her heart has a hole, and it's keeping her from living her life. 

“M-Mom..I-I can't breathe, it hurts...” Then everything faded to black.

Y/N woke up in a room with clean white walls, crisp white bed sheets and the sickening smell of disinfectant. The only thing she could hear was the silent beeping of the monitor, she was in the hospital—again. 

Y/N closed her eyes shut, she didn't want to be in this place. She had already spent all her life in hospitals, she didn't want to die in one. Then, she heard hushed voices—one of which was her mother.

“Doc, is my daughter okay? Will she be okay?” her mom asked, her voice shaky.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. L/N.” 

“H-how long?” 

“Six months—a year, if we're lucky.” 

Y/N's mom let out a shaky exhale, “Is...is there any other way?” 

“The only way your daughter can survive is a heart transplant. Your daughter's condition is very critical, and there may be some complications if the transplant isn't done as soon as possible. That six months? It could be possible that she'd die today, tomorrow, next week, next month. Anything can happen, and if I were you I'd find a donor as soon as possible.” Then the doctor left, leaving Y/N's mom to break down silently. 

“M-Mom?” Y/N asked in a hoarse dry voice.

Her mom turned around, and forced a smile—her cheeks were stained with fresh tears and her eyes were red and puffy—probably from being sleep deprived. 

“Mom, am I going to die?” Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. Her mom quickly rushed to her side, hugging her tight. 

“Mom, I'm- I don't wanna die! I can't die! I want to chase my dreams, Mom! I want to live-”

“It's going to be alright, sweetheart. I won't let you die, I won't.”

Y/N felt the whole world crumble. She was too young to die. She was barely even in her early twenties—she was only twenty three—and already spent her life in hospitals. She wasn't even finished with college, all she wanted to do ever since she was a little girl was to be  a lawyer, and now with her declining condition it would be a miracle to reach 24. She isn't supposed to die, she was supposed to live her dreams—not be stuck in a hospital room or six feet under ground. 

It has been two weeks since Y/N's diagnosis. And still, she had no donor. It was honestly nerve wracking—simply  knowing that your days are limited, Y/N had no idea if she'd be alive the next day or even the next hour. It was torture, her heart and chest aching every minute of day. She couldn't get out of her bed—or even eat for that matter. 

Y/N L/N had a lot of things on her list she wanted to do. She had dreams, big fucking dreams. Y/N dreamt of becoming one of the most prestigious lawyers the world has ever seen. She was a bright kid growing up—she always had good grades and usually never let her illness get the best of her, but when it did she made sure to still make an effort to complete each and every homework assignment. And now because of her illness, she'd lose all of the good things in her life. There were so many  things Y/N still wanted to do, and one of them was falling in love. 

Y/N sighed, she was tired of her life being a complete opposite of what she wanted. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and scrolled through her tiktok, hoping for a bit of good news around the world—like world peace or maybe mother earth is healing. 

“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”

“Poor guy.” Y/N muttered as she read the comments on the video. Why was life that cruel? Sure, Y/N didn't know the guy, but based on the comments he loved his girlfriend. 

“Y/N, darling! It's time for dinner! You still need to take your medicine!” Y/N's mom called from downstairs. Y/N slowly stood up, her vision was suddenly blurry—her chest tightened and her heart felt like it was stabbed—this wasn't like any episode she ever had.  She fell to the floor with a loud thud, her eyes fighting to stay open. 

The last thing Y/N heard was her mom screaming for help before everything went pitch black.

Timothée woke up with a terrible feeling, like something had happened—or something bad was going to happen. He had just gotten home from Paris fashion week and he was still jet lagged. Timothée brushed the feeling off, yawning as he got up from his bed, walking to his bathroom to get ready for the day—even if he had nothing to do. 

Suddenly his phone rang, it was Zendaya. 

“What's up, Z?“ Timothée asked, his voice still groggy. 

“Are you okay? Fuck, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, Tim. Condolence-” Timothée's eyes widened, “What the hell are you talking about, Z?” 

“Oh shit, you don't know yet?” 

“What do I don't know, Zendaya? You're scaring me.” 

“I'm so sorry, Tim. Check the news.” Timothée quickly ended the call. He opened every social media account that he had, until he found the news.

“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”

Timothée felt his whole world shatter. He felt numb as tears prickled against his eyes, beginning to stream down his face. Timothée called his girlfriend's best friend, frantically asking what hospital she was taken to. He grabbed his car keys and bolted out of his house. Timothée was shaking, he wanted to kill whoever crashed into his girlfriend's car. He drove as fast as he could, his vision was getting blurred by tears—but he didn't care. He needed to get to her. He needed to get to his Kaylee. 

As soon as Timothée arrived at the hospital, he parked his car—not caring if it was too far from the entrance—and ran toward the hospital.

“Where's Kaylee Jenkins!?” Timothée practically screamed at the nurse on duty.

“Timothée.” He looked back and saw his and Kaylee's friends, Tom and Hannah. 

“Where is she!?” Timothée roared, grabbing Tom's collar angrily. 

“Calm down, Timothée!” Hannah snapped at him, pulling him off of Tom. 

“How am I supposed to calm down!? My girlfriend is dead! The love of my fucking life is dead! Tell me where the fuck she is before I fucking lose it!” 

“Timothée Hal!” 

“Tell me!” Timothée yelled again. 

Tom sighed, feeling hurt for his friend,  “Take him to Kaylee. I'll wait for Zendaya and Kaylee's family.” 

Hannah led Timothée to the morgue. As soon as she opened the door, Timothée saw her—the only body inside of the morgue—covered by a white sheet. He let out a shaky breath before he slowly lifted the cloth covering Kaylee's face. 

His beautiful Kaylee, bruised and bloody.

“I'll leave you alone for a bit.” Hannah patted him on his shoulder, before walking out and giving him time with his beloved. 

Timothée stared at Kaylee, the woman he loved for three years, the woman he wanted to marry—gone—taken away from him. He touched her lips that he always kissed, her nose that always scrunched when she got annoyed, and her once rosy cheeks that he loved to pinch. He kissed her forehead, for the last time.

“I love you, Kaylee.” Timothée whispered, tears streaming from his green eyes. “You're so unfair, Kaylee. You said that we'd be together forever, you said you'd never leave me, but you did. You promised we'd grow old together, that we'd build a life together....” Timothée sobbed, “I will never forget you, my love. I love you so fucking much, you're the only girl I will ever love like this.” 

Y/N woke up back in the hospital. Her mother was smiling from ear to ear, “What happened, Mom?” Y/N asked. 

“You fainted again. Don't worry, you're okay. You finally have a heart donor!” her mother smiled, “You're going to live!” 

“Really?” Y/N almost squealed, “H-How? What happened?” 

Y/N's mom softy smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead. “Sadly, another girl passed away, but her parents agreed to donate her heart for you. But you're going to live, sweetheart. You're going to live and be able to grow old.” she whispered. 

“Thank you, Mom.” 

Y/N finally felt hope for one, hope for her future, hope for her life. She finally had a chance to live, without worrying if one day her heart would just stop. It was a miracle—a chance to know how her life would turn out. A gift she'd be thankful for the rest of her life. 

Y/N asked her mother who was her heart donor. Her mother said it was from a girl who died in a car accident. Y/N was first on the list of donees, and her mother had already talked to her donor's parents—they agreed, because somehow they could feel their daughter's presence even if she's gone, because I'd have her heart. Everything was ready, she would be operated on as soon as possible.  

After the operation, Y/N woke up with her mother beside her. 

“Mom?” Y/N croaked out. 

“Y/N.” Her mother smiled at her, tears were forming in her mother's eyes. 

“Why are you crying, mom?” 

“I thought I'd lose you forever, Y/N/N.” her mother sniffled, “I'm so happy, darling. You're alive and well, what more can a mother ask for?”

After a week, Y/N finally went home. She'd continue her recovery at home, and day by day she was getting better. 

Six months later.

“Y/N, darling? Go get ready, we're going somewhere.”  

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked. 

“The parents of the girl who donated your heart wants to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. I'll go get ready.” Y/N smiled at her mother before turning to get ready. 

She was going to meet the parents of the person who gave her a chance to live again. 

Y/N and her mother drove an hour and a half to a house in the Bronx. As soon as Y/N got out of the car, she saw a man with beautiful green eyes and chocolate brown curls looking at her. Her heart suddenly started pounding in her chest. The man gave her a small smile, before walking away. He looked miserable—like he hasn't slept in days—months even. 

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins.” Y/N's mother greeted an older couple—they were around their late forties.

“Oh nonsense! Call us Marian and Adam.” the woman—Marian—smiled warmly. “And you must be Y/N, right?” Y/N nodded, “Yes, ma'am.” Suddenly, both Marian and Adam hugged her tightly. Y/N stumbled back a bit, but she let them hug her. She assumed it felt comforting—maybe because they could hear their daughter's heart inside her. 

“Sorry, I hope you don't mind,” the older woman apologised as she pulled away from Y/N, “It's just, it feels like I'm hugging Kaylee again and-” 

“No worries Marian,” Y/N smiled, “You can hug me as long as you want. I may not be Kaylee, but I can be like a daughter to you.” 

Marian started to sob, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me, to us.” 

Then suddenly, the man who Y/N saw earlier came up to her and hugged her tight. She didn't know what was happening, the man was hugging her tight—tighter than what Marian and Adam did. But, Y/N didn't pull away. His hug felt like coming home. Y/N felt her heart beat rapidly, like banging drums. 

After a few minutes—yes, minutes—the man pulled away from Y/N. The two locked eyes, and Y/N felt time stood still around her, like everything was a movie. 

Marian and Adam led Y/N and her mother to their backyard. They talked for a bit—told her to take care of herself and always stay safe. Of course they'd say that, because their daughter's heart was inside her.  

Y/N found out the name of the man who hugged her. He was Timothée Chalamet, Kaylee's boyfriend of three years. He's a famous actor, but Y/N didn't know him. How would she even know him? She spent all her life inside hospitals—she really didn't have the time to watch movies or Hollywood dramas. 

“Hey, it's been great meeting you and,  uh-this may be an awkward o-or forward question, but, uh-do you think I can get your number? I'd like to get to know you better.” Timothée asked, a hopeful look plastered on his face. 

“Yeah sure, it's no problem.”

Ever since Y/N and Timothée exchanged numbers, they’ve been texting each other back and forth. It even became Y/N’s routine to start her day with sending him a “good morning” and ending it with a reply to Timothee’s “goodnight”. 

Until one day Timothée texted her, asking if she'd like to go out with him. 

Hey

What's up, Tim?

Do you have plans tomorrow night?

Uh, none that I could think of. Why?

Can I ask you out?

What?

On a date. Or maybe just hang out? I don't know, we can do whatever you want. 

When Y/N read his offer to go on a date and she squealed into her pillow, kicking her feet up in the air at the excitement rumbling in her stomach. She knew it was wrong. He was-or is still grieving, he just lost his girlfriend of three years in an instant. But with his charming words, his sexy voice, mesmerizing green eyes, and his perfect face she couldn't help a slight crush forming. She was talking to a celebrity, and it felt like a dream—like something you'd see only in movies. 

“Mom, Timothée just asked me out.” 

“What? Really? Y/N, that's amazing! You're going on a date for the very first time!” her mom teased. 

Y/N has never exactly been on a date before but this is how it would be like, right? 

The next day, Y/N got ready for her date—or to hang out with Timothée, as a friend— or maybe something more? hopefully anyways. She was giddy, she was going on a date with a handsome guy who just so happened to be a famous actor. Who wouldn't be excited? Y/N wore a simple off-shoulder blue dress that flourished just above her knees and some white strappy wedge heels. Her hair was braided to the side with some simple lip gloss, foundation, and blush for makeup. 

After waiting for what felt like hours, their doorbell rang. It's him, he's actually here, picking her up for an entire day together. When Y/N opened the door, she saw him wearing a white shirt under a leather jacket paired with denim jeans. His hair was perfectly messy—Y/N wanted to run her fingers through his curls so badly. Timothée Chalamet is undeniably handsome, as if he was carved by the gods. 

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thanks, you look good too.” Y/N chuckled nervously. Timothée led Y/N to his car and opened the door for her. Timothée took Y/N to one of his favourites. Buvette Gastrotheque—a small french café in West Village. The place was cosy, quaint, and there weren't a lot of people. Sitting down at a small table, Timothée ordered the COQ au Vin while Y/N got the Salade de Poulet. They paired it off with red wine, and chocolate mousse for dessert. As they waited for their food to arrive, Timothée and Y/N talked about life, interests, favourite foods, and surprisingly—they had a lot in common. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” 

“I know we've only been talking for a month, but i need to tell you something.” Timothée grabbed her hand, intertwining it with his, “I'm….. well, uh- starting to see you a little differently.. You know? I just-” he sighs, “I feel something for you, Y/N. And I wanna know if you would ever feel the same way.”

Y/N felt the world around her stop, her eyes locking with his. Ever since he asked for her number she knew she was going to love him, but she didn't feel as happy as she thought she would be. Instead, she felt a pit slowly sinking to her stomach. 

It was wrong. 

Absolutely wrong.

It's been less than a year since Kaylee passed and he's already moving on, what if he doesn't actually like her but rather the heart she now wore. Y/N was speechless. She couldn't utter a word. She wanted to say she was slowly getting feelings for him too, but she knew she couldn’t. 

“Timothée....”

“Y/N, please. Think about it. Give me an answer when you're ready. Just....please give me a chance.”

@lovemelikecrazyiloveyoucrazy @helens3amstuff @gatoenlaciudad

[tem-plada]

te quiero Mac DeMarco

[heartbeat-eras]

Cardiophile thoughts - Heart to Heart

I've been looking back and thinking about my cardiophile journey recently. I stumbled upon Tumblr and this community 3 months ago. What I saw was people that were like me. People that mostly hid this side of them from the world, but people that mostly felt free to express that beautiful side of themselves. So I joined - mostly to post my heart recs that I didn't need to make into videos for Youtube. I didn't realise that I was going to make connections...

If you look at my blog you will know that I hold a strong connection with my heart. We've been through a lot together and the hardest and darkest times were just me and her. I feel weird sometimes that I like my heart more than most other people's but she was what I turned to for comfort when I needed it and she is still beating today despite the battles she has fought. She's been the one constant and love her for that.

So here I was, ready to have some fun posting some harmless recs of her daily life and I met these people. Real people! People that shared this "thing" that I thought I understood, but I now know I didn't. In the most part I've felt respected and not pressured to do things that would make me feel uncomfortable. I know not all people experience this, but I am thankful for all the people that contributed to this. I've been able to explore this world in a relatively safe way (well as safe as you can on the internet).

Prior to this I had only ever shared with 1 person in my life. 1 person that I felt comfortable to hear my heart and my truth in that moment. I don't make those decisions lightly. Anyone who I've shared with know that I make them wait until I feel really comfortable to do that. The vulnerability and the rawness to me is both terrifying and beautiful at the same time. It's not always romantic or exciting but it's two humans connecting on the most personal level imaginable.

So that brings us to the title. I've always loved the idea that the heart cannot lie. Well I love it and I hate it. No amount of fake confidence can hide the terrified heart beating in your chest when the stethoscope is over it. The beauty that I have experienced sharing and discussing hopes and dreams and fear and pain is something I cannot put into words. When your heart is racing writing about something you're passionate about, or drastically calms down when read a reply and the same hearing another heart do the same to you. I have never experienced a connection so beautiful as that.... and I treasure it with every beat of this heart inside me.

So Tumblr... Cardio Community. Thank you for this. I non-religiously pray that we keep this community safe for everyone like us, coz it's beautiful to have people to walk this confusing life with.

I heart you all!

[vlance]

♪Heart to Heart♪

Part One

-summary- Y/N is the 5th member of Aespa and is going to be collaborating with Le Sserafim’s Yunjin and Chaewon for a special stage. She is excited to be able to perform with two people she's been looking forward to meeting but also has the worst case of gay panic ever so when she's around two pretty women she can't help but develop a little crush on both of them.

-warnings- swearing, kms and kys jokes, inappropriate jokes, mentions of sex

I could hear the clock ticking in the conference room. It was the only thing I heard while sitting there waiting for the two girls to show up. I tapped my fingers on the table out of nervousness, anticipating when they would arrive. My heart was pounding, I was sweating a bit too.

“Y/N calm down…you look like you’re being put on trial” Our manager looks at me and pats my back to try and ease my nerves a little.

“Can you blame me I been a fan for a while so it’s just makes me nervous” I looked at our manager and she gives a small smile.

“What are you even so nervous about you should be excited then” She stopped patting my back and turned her chair to face me fully and she leans back in her chair.

“I just don’t want to embarrass myself…I’ve had enough of that” I look away as my face turns red from the multiple times I have embarrassed myself in front of other Idols. Our manager gives me a small laugh.

“You’ll be fine” She smiled and me and pat my head. We continued to talk for a bit and had small conversations here and there while waiting.

I hear the door to the conference room open, I whip my head around to look at the door and stand up. I’m assuming that it was there manager that walked in first and held the door open for the two girls. They walk in and I freeze. I couldn’t move as they walked in and both give me a small shy smiles and bow. They both looked beautiful, I can feel the blush spreading on my cheeks. Our manager who is standing next to me elbow’s me in the side.

I started to bow continuously and smiled at them. “H-hello” I bowed one last time and sat back down, they sat across from us. I kept looking around I didn’t wanna make direct eye contact with them, I would probably melt. I could feel there eyes on me, they were burning holes in the side of my face. I took a glance at them to see them both staring at me me. Collectively the three of us were not paying attention to what our managers were talking about.

I stare at them but look away out of embarrassment. I look towards my manager and start paying attention. They are talking about when the special stage would be and if we would be having interviews. Just the usual things they talk about when we go through this.

“Okay so then Yunjin, Chaewon it’s..Monday so on Friday you guys are gonna come back here to the SM building and start preparations for your special stage” Their manager turns to them they both look at him and nod.

“Friday is good for you right Y/N…you guys can use your recording studio and then move to Aespas practice room when you guys finish recording” She turns to me and smiles.

“Yeah we can use my record studio” I nodded and then look down and scratch the back of my neck. “I’ll have to clean it first though…I have a lot of music sheets and files all around the place” I laugh nervously and I hear Chaewon and Yunjin chuckle lightly.

“Well then it’s settled then” Our manager says and gets up. We all walk towards the entrance of the conference room. Me and our manager are standing across from them and I look down staring at my feet not being able to face them.

We walk out of the room and say goodbye. They are walking towards the elevator and I’m staring at them the entire time. Yunjin turns around and gives me a smile and then waves, my face turns red and heats up I wave back at her and stare as they enter the elevator and leave.

I take off my shoes as I walk into the dorm, Ningning is there at the dining table waiting for me.

“Sooooo” She gives me a coy smirk and raises her eyebrows.

“Do not give me that face…stop, stop that” I roll my eyes and she laughs.

“I just wanna know Y/N did you panic and accidentally call someone mommy again” She begins to laugh and Jimin, Giselle, and Minjeong all come into the room.

“Oh my god you make me wanna kill myself for bringing that up” I laugh along with her and look at my other members.

“Y’all wanna know that bad” I stare at them and sigh.

“Well yeah we wanna know the day in the life of your gay ass it’s our favorite reality TV show” Giselle states and starts laughing.

“Do not compare me to your keeping up with the kardashians….also you act like you aren’t a homo yourself….this entire group is a bunch of homosexuals what do you mean” I retort as Ningning just start bursting out laughing.

“Yeah but we aren’t as bad as you” Minjeong says while picking at her nails.

“What is that even supposed to mean” I give them an offended look that just makes them laugh more.

“At least we didn’t call Irene sumbaenim mommy…to her face” Giselle says and sits down.

“Or call Taeyeon pretty in front of a studio of people and forget to sing my line” Jimin starts imitating me on the face I made that day.

“Remember before we debuted we were walking around and you tripped and almost ate shit because you were staring at a girl at the Han river” Minjeong says and Ningning just continues to laugh at me.

“Okay okay I get it…Jesus don’t gotta single me out like that damn fuck you guys too” I sigh and sit down and put my head on the table.

“So what happened” Ningning said as she finally stopped laughing.

“Well they came I didn’t really pay attention to what Our manager and their manager were talking about we kinda just stared at each other and then they are coming back to the company on Friday and I need to clean my recording studio and god I don’t know what to wear what am I gonna do” I sigh and lean my head back.

“God all this stress…over two girls damm you barely met them and they already got you in a choke hold” Giselle says and all of them just keep on teasing me about it.

“I actually pray on all your guys downfall” I look back up at them. “I’m going to the room call me out when we go out to eat” I sigh and get up and I can still hear them laughing. I close the door to the room and lay down. I just stare up at the ceiling and slowly start falling asleep.

-Note- I’m actually very excited about this series. So I hope you guys like this first part. I’m excited to write more and update this as frequently as I can. I’ll try and make future parts of Heart to Heart longer but for now they are gonna be a little shorter.

P.S. I forgot to read this before I posted it so bare with me.

[dastanslove]

I‘m honest, I miss you and there are times where I can’t stop thinking about you

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heart to heart #13

my first crush (and eventual bf and then eventual ex and current friend) was (and is) just ridiculously hot. but he is also a sex repulsed asexual. when he came out to me as ace, any sexual thoughts or feelings i had about him immediately stopped, like a switch had been flipped. that.. probably should have been a sign for me that i wasn't allosexual.

[sonocomics]

Ooh, what's this? o: Why, this is a Heart to Heart!

Much like the og Xenoblade Comicals all those years ago, I'm going to do some extra special comics now and then between two characters. Look forward to them! :>

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[heartofmuse]

Like the shore calls to every wave, so my heart calls to yours. I wait, and in the falling moonlight I feel your touch. Your heart speaks to mine, and as your words rain like starlight, suddenly all the stars align, and I understand the mysteries hidden in my soul' s sky.

e.v.e.

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A soul-to-soul connection is worth the wait. Your soulmate will recognize you, befriend you and love you. They will be your best friend, lover and safe space. They will grow with you mentally, emotionally and physically. They will want to evolve with you in every dimension & level up.

[nnegovorivavecotem]

I can find your halo guides me to

Wherever you fall if you need a hand to hold

I'll come running, because you and I won't part 'til we die

You should know

We see eye to eye

Heart to Heart

(all photos are taken from Pinterest, especially from an account called Lanuska)

[deadunderorbit]

The Phantom of the Opera, but make it ghostsoap

[tem-plada]

corazón a corazón

corazón a corazón, se conectan nuestros recuerdos, nuestra felicidad, nuestro dolor, nuestro solo nuestro.

me di cuenta que tengo ese impulso, ese mal hábito: siempre regreso a dónde, a quiénes, a qué, corazón a corazón chocamos.

no estoy segura de que sea un acto de amor o de dependencia, quizá sólo es que sí: soy terca. -corazón a corazón-  me gusta esa frase: es como si hubiera algo más fuera de nuestro entendimiento de simple mortal que conecte, que vincule, que sintonice a dos simples cuerpos, momentos, instantes que individualmente no constan de gracia más en conjunto, -al ser unidos por algo invisible a nuestros ojos- un lazo, un abrazo, un beso, unas palabras o risas son más que un atardecer en la playa, más que una noche con secretos a pecho abierto, más que una melodía sabor a tu propia alma, porque son dos, es un complemento, un refugio, un instante de conexión: es la colisión sin caos de corazón a corazón.