My Head And My Heart Novels & Stories

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

"I think I am losing my mind." "What makes you think this?" I told her everything. About Hope. About Matthew. About not knowing what was real. She listened without judgment. "Let me ask you something," she said when I finished. "Okay." "Do you feel love when you think about this baby?" "Yes." "Do you feel fear when you think about your husband?" "Yes." "Then maybe your heart knows the truth even when your head is confused." "But what if my heart is wrong?" "Hearts are rarely wrong about love and fear."

She hesitated. Then said, “When you say my heart is linked to you…” Silence. “Do you mean physically?” Adrian answered quietly, “Yes.” Silence. “Or do you mean something else.” Adrian paused. Longer than before. Then said, “Both physiological and system-level synchronization exist concurrently.” Silence. Anna exhaled slowly. “So even my feelings are part of the link.” Adrian nodded once. “Yes.” Silence. Anna looked down briefly. Then whispered, “That is why I cannot tell what is mine anymore.”

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.

"MATE!" The word crushed into my tiny head, and quickly floated everywhere in the tight corners of my suddenly aching head. A familiar package of emotions shamelessly squeezed themselves into the chambers of my heart that was beating loudly in my ears. The emotions did not just come alone — there were hundreds of butterflies that mischievously danced in my head, stomach and veins.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

—Like what? —For example, instead of ending an everyday existence, you can save it, he pronounces, making it sound excessively simple and at the same time excessively confusing. Something like this may help, albeit briefly. In any case, the genuine clash you currently have is between your head and your heart, he clarifies. Your head, your head realizes that the main misdeed you did was to survive. Nevertheless. Your heart? Your heart actually thinks it was murder. So I guess you need to make your heart find your head.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

My heart hammers but I don't know how to properly respond to that, so instead, I rest my head on the pillow, placing one hand on his beating heart. “Well, I’m here now.”

He is the first boy that claimed the key to my heart and I believe he is the last. He is the most patient with me and he loves me, despite my scars, despite my resistence sometimes, despite my stubborness. He has given me the best part of him, his heart, because his heart is gentle, his heart has love stored, and his heart has claimed me as his. I feel all the more blessed with having all these people in my life. I no longer have a reason to look over my shoulder in fear, I have more of a reason to look ahead and live my life. I can honestly say, that I truly have a family.