She goes to them in their corners, listens to them, and their neglected lives are easier because such a creature as she took time to share some kindness. I think it would be nice to hold her. I think of it as a hug, a hug without letting go for a while. I would like to spend some of my heartbeats that way, holding her, being held by her, and not being so lonely. It is risky, though, mixing choices, mixing those heartbeats, with one as alluring as she.
Love can come from it.
More than once I have watched one I love dip ladle-fulls from the bucket of my heartbeats and toss them out upon the dirt. I am scared to go to her. We have a date. Our first date, and I am scared to go. I will not deny that I am afraid of what may happen to me, to my life, if she does that.