Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than by kindness. Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as damage does. 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.

I’m at a point in my life where the outcome of my future won’t be determined by the outcome of any potential relationship. Do I want him to be who I’ve always believed him to be? Absolutely. Will I crumble if he isn’t? Not at all. I am still made of steel. Come at me, world. You can’t damage the impenetrable.