Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness. Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as the damage does. The damage stains your soul so bad, you can’t scrub it off. It stays there forever, and I feel like people can see all my damage just by looking at me.

“Because most of the time, the fun you have that leads to the pain is worth the pain.”

You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.”

“If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a moment. “Yeah,” he whispers. “It does. Maybe we both grew heart bones.”

I’d much rather fall for a guy who has a shady past and treats me as well as Samson does than fall for a guy who treats me like shit while looking good to the rest of the world.

Does he really think I’m going to leave him to sit in jail while I move across the country as if I didn’t grow a heart bone over the summer?