It turns out that there are few things more chaotic than the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flirty stares. Its always changing based on whats happening to ourselves out there, its an erratic son of a bitch. But underneath all of that bump to bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and its love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire Universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal and all the dirt and makes us human.
