The haunted heart is a mysterious thing. It’s not broken; it’s never in love, and it has the ability to capture innocent hearts randomly and with hardly any regard for the hearts owner. Never completely satisfied, it’s selfish and yearns attention. And it’s voracious in its appetite for attention. All is never enough and it usually leaves wake of despair behind it, like a monstrous tornado always looking ahead, never behind. I’ve been exposed to countless hearts like this. Its no fun, you offer love, which they gladly accept but never return. You shower them with affection, which they gobble up entirely like a starving dingo! You think each time will be different if you just love them a little more, but their appetites are bottomless. You can’t do anything with a heart like this but run, run far and fast and maybe you can outrun spell of the haunting, if you’re strong or just lucky enough, so RUN!