Sorry, it's a bit hard for me to speak. My throat really hurts, you see, because when I saw you my heart leapt into my throat, and I've always been a bit cold and they say your heart holds your soul. So there you go. I don't think it'll stay though, and, being cold, it didn't start out a size I care to show. But here it is, blocking a hole, making it hard to breathe.
Or maybe that's you, cause I've been sitting here for weeks and you know my heart turned coal and settled like mold in the pit of my stomach. And let me tell you, it'd been aching long before my body, startled, followed feet that ran out from under me like an adventurer toward gold.
I found El Dorado and it was exactly one foot away from your face staring intently into your eyes saying, "Sorry it's a bit hard for me to speak. My throat really hurts, you see, because when I saw you my heart leapt into my throat, and I've always been a bit cold and they say your heart holds your soul. So there you go." But what I heard come out was, "I'm uhh...Oh God I'm Hyperventilating!" But you heard a buttered utterance so I continued my flow: "Hi, I'm Tony. You may not know me but if you'd like to know what 'me' means you and I should catch a drink some time." To which she looked me up and down with those baby blue eyes and replied, "You pompous asshole, get the fuck away from me or I will mace you. You think you're gonna waltz over here all suave, spit some prepackaged lines and suddenly my panties will drop? I've seen your kind, take the bullshit elsewhere."
So I, dejected with my face on fire, elected to eject from my position in ire, turning away carefully so your fury wouldn't scorch me, I slouched away with the grace of a broken-kneed horsey trying unsuccessfully to stem the flow of tears and flowed forcefully. My Boreas heart, once again in my throat, now
