“What about my heart?” He laughed softly. “Your heart works just fine.” “But what if it breaks?” “That won’t happen.” “How come?” He turned another page before saying, “Because I won’t break it.” “But what if someone else breaks it?” “Not going to happen.” “How come?” “Because I’ve got it locked away safe and sound.” “Oh.” I snickered then, feeling mischievous. “What about your heart?” “What about it?” “What if it gets broken?” I teased. “You can’t fix your own heart, silly.” “Then you better keep it safe.”
