The Whims of My Heart.

"You're twisted, but utterly whimsical. Did you know that?"

"No. What's this all about?"

"I don't know, it's just the way I feel in my heart."

"Your heart makes you say that?"

"No, you make me say that, because you're so perverse, and so aribitrary. Maybe you're just sadistic, I don't know."

"Maybe you're a masochist."

"Maybe."

"Well, make up your mind. Is it your heart or I that makes you say such things?"

"It's my heart, but only because you've got yourself twined so tightly around it."

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Taadaa! Dialogue at it's finest and it's worst! Maybe I should write a play. Or maybe not. Ahh, the whims of a writer's heart. The need to be recognized is there, but there's also the unwant to be type-casted, or worse! To become the next Stephanie Meyer! Oh, what's a talent to do?

Okay, enough with the ego. I'm quite proud of this peice, actually. I wanted do something with a character who struggles with emotions. And then, after they've finished struggling with emotions, they get to struggle with telling people about those emotions. Ahh, I love characterization. Be on the lookout for more of this.