I have always known that the heart is disconnected to the body and mind. The heart being the metaphysical description of our soul. S broke up with me on sunday night - in her defence, not so much of a breakup as telling me that she had and was feeling no love for me at all, and never has. It's another wrenching tale of unrequited love - maybe. We'll see. We're going to try that difficult thing: to be seeing one another and not "be seeing" one another. Or perhaps we've downgraded from "person whom I'm seeing", to "person I'm hanging out with". Either way, I'm glad to be able to see and hold her again. My heart just hasn't caught up and I spend the better part of the morning aloof from life and still in the doldrums of a recovering heartbreak.