I’ve learned that life is full of mysteries. Of the things I’ve seen, none have been stranger than the woman with two hearts.
Our first meeting was relatively ordinary. It was a pleasant summer day, and I was asked to interview her for a community publication highlighting artists. The interview was typical — straightforward questions and straightforward answers, with very little in the way of discussion. It was a pleasant experience.
One thing led to another, and I started to speak with her as a friend…. That was when I started to notice strange things. She was erratic and her level of energy fluctuated wildly. I was worried that it may be a medical condition, so I asked.
That was when I met her a second time.
She revealed to me that she had two hearts. These two hearts, they operated differently – they had different rhythms and different speeds. She could sometimes control which one was active. More often than not, however, they would switch on a whim. These hearts both knew of each other, and loathed the other’s existence. There were countless battles for dominance that never resolved themselves. They also knew of the happenings in the outside world — and knew of me.
The heart that had revealed itself to me, the one kept secret, begged me to forget about it and move on. It was happy that someone chose to listen, but insisted it would be for the better if I forgot about it and carried on.
I was unable to sleep that night. I had a lot to process. Two hearts? I never heard such a thing in my life! And one wanted me to pretend that it did not exist? I had to make a difficult decision. Do I refuse the heart’s request, do I comply with it and pretend it isn’t there, turn my back to this deeply kept secret that finally found someone it could reveal itself to?
The next day, I gave that heart my answer.
“You revealed yourself to me in an act of good faith and trust. You chose to risk hatred, fear, and misunderstanding instead of hiding yourself away. I do not turn my back on those who brave those risks. I refuse to pretend that you do not exist.”
I stunned it with that answer. There was an extended silence.
Then, ever so quietly…
“Maybe that’s why she gave me consciousness… to allow me to make a friend in you, too.”
As the autumn winds came and went, my friendship with the woman with two hearts grew. The hearts learned to tolerate each other. I patiently worked to try and nurture the secret heart that had revealed itself to me. The days came and went and the bonds grew stronger.
One winter evening, as the air chilled and clouds brought forth the yearly snow, something changed. The walls the woman with two hearts had built up around her… they shattered. And as she opened up to me, something in me changed as well.
In that moment, both of the woman’s hearts realized that they had one thing in common — they were deeply in love with this man they had opened up to. Likewise, I realized I had fallen for this woman and her two hearts — as flawed and different as they may be, I enjoyed their unique heartbeats and patterns.
There is no greater experience in the world than the pure, unconditional love that can only be found in people like her — those who are able to overcome their situations to seek a better life for themselves.
I’ve hopelessly fallen in love with a woman with two hearts, two minds… and I would not have it any other way.