Your heart can’t be in two places at once, at least not while maintaining a relationship.

His lazy grin incinerated the rest of my heart.

The minute you see him, your hand will throb, your heart will pound out of your chest, and you won’t be able to breathe.

You make this sound like a chore for you, like a job. This…,” he pressed his fingers to my heart, “it’s about love for me–undying, unwavering, unrelenting love. A love that won’t let me move...

You know this isn’t right. You know you aren’t supposed to be with him. If you do this with him…if you continue to fall in love with him…I will die.