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What if a broken heart were something a coroner could actually find?

Can you die from a broken heart, do you know? And if I did and they cut me wide open, would I bleed loving him? When they lift my heart out of my chest cavity to weigh it, does it weigh the same as his top lip? Is his name carved into my third rib to the left? Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh. He’s killing me. Loving him is killing me too, and I’m afraid because how many loves really, do you get in a lifetime? How many chances do you give it before you let it go?

Magnolia Parks · Jessa Hastings

Κάποιες ιστορίες αγάπης χτίζονται κυρίως στον χρόνο που περνά χωριστά το ζευγάρι.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.

Dear John · Nicholas Sparks

Some love feels less like a shelter than a match.

Maybe this isn’t the kind of love that deserves to exist. Maybe it’s the kind that wars start over. The kind that topples empires and never leaves the world better than it found it.

The Night We Met · Abby Jimenez