She takes my heart and runs with it. I chase her. Not to get it back, I want her to have it. But to run with her, playing that frivolous childhood game where the wind, cool against my face, tousles my hair, and I am a giddy schoolgirl again. I feel like flying.
All the while, we sit, she and I, rocking. Cuddling. Snuggling together.
But while we sit, she takes my heart and runs with it.