This new heart surprises me. Every time, I feel different. I assess how, why, and for whom my heart beats nowadays. It’s like having a “transplanted” heart, which I am not yet used to. I feel that something has changed in me, that I don’t recognize and remember my old heart anymore.
My old heart felt constrictions with every tear of sadness and longing. My old heart felt the cracks with every petty fight so in the end, it was shattered into pieces. Disappointment, jealousy, betrayal, and depression permeated my old heart, that it ended up all choked up and suddenly it just stopped beating.
But these days, I feel that it is beating once again. My new heart skips and even leaps like a kid who was given a lollipop on a fine sunny day. My new heart contracts in a normal rate per minute and probably beats faster on a happy exciting day. But having a happy exciting day isn’t much of a qualifier nowadays, because every single day excites me. Even though the hours seem to fly so fast that I feel like I couldn’t keep up anymore, I feel happy still. As sappy as it seems, I think I’m loving my new heart.
I thank God for this new heart. Or maybe it’s still my old heart — only mended, healed, and made whole again. 
This blog entry is so cool, Cristta.
– Bianx
thanks, bianx!