A Letter to Stress from a Heart.

Remember when we met? I thought I would die, but you saved me. You told me to run, and I did. And I lived. And I loved you for it.

I was meant to obey you. Tell me to run, to give it my all, I run and I give it my all and you save me. That's the deal we made. You were supposed to save me.

My part i easy. I pump and thump and keep a steady rhythm as life rushes around me. I never sleep, I never stop. I keep my steady beats until you are here. Then, without your telling me a word, I start going faster. Then faster. Then faster yet. I show off. For you. It's all for you. I can't keep up.

Then, you look my way and tell me to go. And I race off. Faster and faster. I race and beat and rumba and salsa and tango and pump and dab. A look from you and I rest. You tell me when it's calm. And you leave me beating my relentless drum, missing you.

I lived for the times you looked at me. Now, I'll stop for them.

The machines they attached keep me beating regular. I can't control my own rhythm, my own life. I can't see your face, I can't feel anymore. I'm getting tired. And one day...

I'll give up.

It'd be so easy... I just drift...

But I think I hear you. I think that's you! It is! If only!

Last chance. I race and race and race until there's no more life to rush around. I'll see you once more.

There!... You!...