Cavities.

It's a little like this. It's like reaching out toward the doctor's hand when she's handing you the sucker.. your mom is nodding her head, it's okay, it's okay to take it. But then you remember what the dentist said about your teeth during the last visit. You had to have a cavity filled. It hurt. You cried. But you also got through it.

You take the sucker (green apple flavored, your favorite), but don't unwrap it. It stays hidden in the cupholder all the way home. You want it. You even roll the smooth surface around in your palm, knowing it's going to taste amazing. It's green apple, of course.

After the twenty minute drive home, your mom looks back at you and tells you to take out your trash. You tell her there is no trash, you never opened the sucker. You take it in the house, holding it tightly in your palm.

Finally, when you can't stand it anymore, you sit on your bed and tear off the clear plastic wrapper. It tastes a million times better than you remembered from the last time. The dentist's warnings dissolve..the cavities are nonexistent..one sucker couldn't possibly hurt.

Right?

It's like that. There is no logic anymore. These are matters of the heart, simply. Or rather, not so simply. Because matters of the heart are not simple, ever.