It keeps us alive by pumping blood to every part of our body. It is a strong organ which scientists say has no memory. But the heart is also a thing of great speculation and power; spoken, written, and even put into songs, by many great authors, singers, actors and poets around the world. The heart is supposed to be the center of love, feeling, loneliness and heartbreak. And it was that organ, that great red Valentine's Day sought-after-object that was at present causing me trouble. "Rho are you EVEN paying attention to me?" My best friend Mel, who was nothing like her name, punched me gently in the arm. "No," I muttered, eyes still trained on what had caught my attention, causing my heartbeat to skip and sputter, literally. Mel spun around and I groaned a little, because if my staring wasn't obvious enough she had to intensify the embarrassment.
