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We lay face to face, cuddled close, my hand on his chest. It felt like his heart was racing. I couldn't tell you if it was wishful thinking, or my heart racing was what I felt, OR maybe the combination of our two very relaxed heartbeats. So I put my cheek to his chest as if listening intently. And then it seems I fell asleep, lying in the warmth of his arms trying intently to hear his heartbeat. Maybe it really was both of our hearts. The optimist is winning this war.