Scientific American recently reported that your heart beats faster when you're in love. Scientific American measured net increases over time in the resting heart rate of twenty young lovers. They weren't all lovers of one another; it was ten pairs of people. Scientific American found that their results were statistically significant. I don't know if having a faster-beating heart puts you at a higher risk for heart diseases or illnesses of another sort. I can't perceive any increase in my own heart rate. This may be related to not owning a dog in my childhood, thus stunting my ability to truly love. Fuck, it's just an organ. In my mind I abstract my heart away until it becomes a birthday balloon or a Valentine's chocolate. It's puddling, staining the hem of my summer dress. My heart is halfway to the concrete. Scientific American is standing by to observe what happens when it hits.