Waleed Aly Broke My HeartMargaret Mead took a steam packet to observe the strange habits of Samoans. Let me call her Coral and know that the way we clicked like fasteners on a suitcase still makes my heart skip a beat. Then Coral took up with a fellow who crafted outrageously priced mantelpiece ornaments. In my heart, as I had always known, I wanted to rekindle what had been and guttered. My heart sank at the thought she would soon be lost to me, finally and forever.