From the very beginning, you were terrified you’d hurt
me. In fact, it was one of the first things you ever said to
me. A smarter heart would have heard that as a warning and
fled. A smarter heart would have known that meant,
eventually, you’d do exactly what you feared the most.
You would hurt me. But you know, my heart has never been that
smart. She’s a lot of things: reckless, hopeful, wild.
She’s too impulsive to think first. She’s too
caught up in wanting to give you everything. But it’s
not her fault. She’s my heart. All she could do is beat
a little bit faster each time you touched me.
— I Forgive You for Not Loving Me the Way I Loved
You