“I took in a deep breath and let it out. He had my back. He had my front. He had my family.He had my heart.”
“That simple act stole my breath, my heart. But even as he pulled away, I realized that he couldn't steal something he already had.”
“I had to work out that he was always going to break my heart as long as I was willing to let him in.”
“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.”
“He crossed the room to me and grabbed me by the shoulders. In three steps, he had me backed up against the bookcase. Before I could do more than catch my breath, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.”
“After I heard that I had had a heart attack, how I lived in my body changed, and my doctor should have found a way to let me know he recognized that.”