You trip along through life, minding your own business, until one day, BANG! Someone steps in front of you, stops you in your tracks, leans in to kiss you...and rips your heart right out of your chest... And it’s alright, you know? It doesn’t hurt. Not at first. Not so long as they look after it and maybe give you theirs in return. And you might be lucky that the last person to rip your heart out is the one who’ll look after it. The one who’ll wrap it in tissue paper...and tinsel...and stars.