Heart Guy

Once upon a time, there was a Super Hero. He was tall, chiseled, the most beautiful of all men. Do you understand? I am talking fucking gorgeous. Anyway, he was super. He was admired by so many. Young men wanted to be him, women just wanted him. And how could they not? Like all Heroes though, he had a flaw. A defect, if you will. You see, he had no heart. Not everyone knew this because on his anatomically correct unitard there was a red heart sewn on the front of his chest. He had seen that on TV. It suggested that underneath there was one. It was clever and fooled many. Most people want a heart to be there, so they will believe just about anything.

The problem with flaws is that they need compensation. They have to be dealt with. And so it was with our Hot Hero. Since he had no heart, the only way he could maintain his power was to consume the hearts of others. Yep. He ate them. It was a necessary evil since he had no intention of growing his own. That was too much work. And so it was....he would woo admirers close with his charm and SNATCH!! There went their hearts. He purposely chose people with big, juicy hearts. the ones that were unguarded and ripe.  People that kind of deserved it in his mind. It was easier. And tasty. Until one day....

He met a woman. Well, she was a strange combination of a woman and a child, and he liked it. More importantly, she had the biggest heart he had ever seen. Her heart was so big that it hurt her to carry it around all day. She would often speak of it and that it was so full of love that surely it would overflow. But it never did. She would just think of people, and it would grow. And when she saw our Hero, well....KAPOW!! My normal heart hurts just thinking about it. All she could think of was how she could love this hero, and all he could see was that delicious heart.

This story does not end well. Yes, he ate her heart, but because it was so big, he got to feed on it for a long, long time. It was slow and painful for her, but he couldn't help himself and neither could she.  Toward the end she would drive over to him and offer the tiny fragments of what was left. He would eat it, of course, but would waste it, leaving it to rot. A gluttonous scene, bloody and fleshy, he would eat only the middle part of the bite.  So he ate each time she would offer it. And she kept giving except for one small seed she managed to keep hidden. Slowly she grew her heart back. It was never so big and so grand, but it would still ache with love. Even for the Hero. She could see him now. His unitard had holes, he was not quite so stunning. Her new heart could see through the lie. And so it goes.

The moral: People are not always like you. They do things for different reasons. Sometimes you will give and someone will be more than happy to just take.  Keep loving. That is the answer.