How foolish is to think that we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. When i love, i don't want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body. I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. With my freckles and my knuckles. My wrinkles and my scars.

And i will love you with all the spaces in between.