All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Hope will break your heart all over again.
I have a heart, says science, but I am a monster, says society.
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.