“I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.”
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“I had a dream I put my hands inside my chest and held my heart to try to keep it still.”
“Tonight’s not my night to lose you, partner,” I told him. “Tomorrow’s not my day to lose you, either.” I lifted my hand from his chest and brought it down in a fistover his heart, my voice now shouting, “Never, never, never again will there be a time when it’s my time to lose you!”
“I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again.”
“A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn't my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking.Wasn't I stronger than this?”
“I felt that same tingly sensation begin in my hand, up my arm, to my chest and it was as if it jump-started my heart.”