A what if essay on love from the inside out.
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It’s universally accepted to presume love comes from the heart. It’s the shape Valentine’s Day choclolates come in and the image on bumper stickers that proclaim I HEART YOU. But what if something was to happen–some cataclysmic cosmic event and the heart was replaced by some other body organ as the harbinger of our romantic emotions?
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What if, for example, we loved with our liver? Would our feelings be any less intense because of the slight but distinct odor of fried onions? Supposing one should become afflicted with a jaundice–perhaps hepatitis-B or, heaven forbid, some alcohol-related disorder. Would our loved be tempered? Would Tony Bennett sing about leavinghis liver in San Francisco?
What if my fiancee following a moonlit walk by the mill pond pledged that from that night forward her appendix belonged to me? I respond by saying, yes, darling, two appendices beating as one. Then comes the terrible pain in her abdomen and she has an emergency appendectomy. Might I expect when I call for a dinner date following her recovery to hear, “I can’t. I have to wash my hair.”
I suspect there are many body parts capable of replacing the heart as the love organ should the need arise with little consequence to the total scheme of things. The tip of Cupid’s arrow is adaptable. It does not necessarily have to be darted with a heart. He could sharpen other organs to make them pointy. The biggest problem as I see it would be the complete retooling of the greeting card industry which has an enormous inventory of heart-related cards warehoused and almost none with liver or appendix graphics.
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With all this in mind my suggestion is, until such horrific event occurs to render the heart secondary to other organs in the matter of romantic endeavors, to continue the present practice of saying I HEART YOU!
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