Why were we doing this again? Oh, right to provide ourselves with the illusion that we still have our hearts. Our nightly rituals are always filled with the sounds of bed springs creaking, pleasure induced moans, skin slapping skin, and screams of ecstasy. But those "things" known as sweet nothings and tender caring words did not exist in this place, for without a heart what was the point? There no feelings on either side for those "things" to hold any true meaning. Each night after we have exhausted ourselves beyond our limit and no longer share our bodies with each other, we return to our previous nonexistence of nobodies where we know that we do not possess even an inkling of those fake feelings of pure lust for the other were we had deluded ourselves into thinking otherwise seconds before. When, at long last, would he get his hearts, so that his illusion will shatter and become his reality. That one day these nights might mean something more than just these synthesized fake feelings of lust that they create. I want my heart, but when will I get it? Why…Kingdom Hearts…where is my heart?