My Head And My Heart Novels & Stories

"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."

"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.

Put my head in my hands. One woman carrying my child. One woman carrying my heart. And I was losing both of them.

Then my heart, my heart flutters. No...

she My mind sputters, and my heart skips a beat. “Excuse me?”

My heart went furious again. Heart, what the heck?!

And whatever it is our hearts are made out of. His and mine were cut from the same cloth!