“He cried and he cried, and his heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced, and for that moment, I thought, my heart is about to run off with his, and I’m not going to stop it. But I did. I stopped it. I grabbed my heart in the palm of my hands and I squeezed it. I squeezed it so hard. So hard so it was crippled enough to stay in place and not have the ability to move and feel every emotion and feeling it wanted to feel. And I cried. I cried and I cried, and my heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced and... I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I didn’t know what to feel and what not to feel.”
Book:Counting Stars