“I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...”
“She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.”
“This letter really touched my heart. Sabrina says when she lost all her hair during chemo, she wore the cap I gave her.”
“Mostly, my heart ached to be closer, to imprint upon her that she belonged to me, body and soul.”
“To you,” he said, “I surrender my heart and soul.”She rolled her eyes. “Very romantic, considering you have neither.”
“The hole in my heart matches the key I gave her, and I’d like it back, along with the key to my hope chest.”