A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing, Mariam. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed, it won’t stretch to make room for you.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.