“His love for me, it was... boundless. And at times, it was baffling and concerning, really, how easily he could have loved such a heart and soul like mine. A damaged, fragile one, that is; when his, on the contrary, was authentically pure and whole. And yet, despite being polar opposites, our hearts were the same. They were made in the same cast, beat at the same pace, leaped and danced whenever in each other’s presence. It seemed like they beat for one another.”
Book:Counting Stars