Tú Eres Mi Corazón Novels & Stories

Under your leadership, I believe our people will become even stronger and fiercer. Still, I am sorry. I never gave you a single day of happiness while I was alive. Even in my death, I have left you with this burden. I love you, Selena—my eternal queen.

"I... I don't have the words to show you what's in my heart right now." "You said our marriage was born from calculation and exploitation, and I don't deny that. I was despicable in that regard." "But Liliana, during our marriage, I fell in love with you!" His tone was raw and firm, and anyone who heard it could feel the desperate sincerity behind it. "I was stupid and arrogant. I didn't understand my own heart until I had already pushed you away. Forgive me." "I was so wrong. Liliana, please... come home with me, will you?"

"Because my heart hurts." ‎

The only boy who owns my heart. Logan hands me what must be the final song card and connects his phone to the radio. I lost control – Alan Walker. I lose control when I'm around you, but you are the one who can bring me back from the chaos - my light, my angel. And this time I'm gonna get it right. My heart isn’t just full anymore — it’s overflowing, racing so fast it feels like it might burst right out of my chest. Every little nerve in my body tingles with the kind of love only Damion seems capable of creating.

He changed the music (Nahi jeena tere baaju Nahi jeena, Nahi jeena Main tenu samjhawan ki Na tere bina lagda jee Tu kee jaane pyaar mera Main karaan intezar tera Tu dil tuyyon jaan meri I don't have to live without you, don't have to live, don't have to live.. What do I explain to you, without you my heart is nowhere, [as in, my heart/mind isn't into anything, I am unable to concentrate on anything] what do you know about my love, I wait for you.. You're my heart, and you're my life too..

Just her heartbeat against mine. Just this.

I say briskly, trying to sound put-together, but I hear the crack in my voice and mentally curse myself, “is everything okay?” At first we stand in silence, but then I feel her warm hand on my cheek, silently urging me to look at her. Slowly, I oblige her, and when I find her grey eyes again, so much like mine, she looks younger, softer, like the version of herself that existed before our parents broke us. “Todo mi Corazón.” She whispers to me, a sentiment she hasn’t said in years. It means “my whole heart.” That’s all she needed to say to break me completely. I collapse into her arms, and she doesn’t miss a beat with sinking into the hug.

Not entirely clear in the image it gives and neither was it completely useless. I love you habibi. I will always love you. No one can ever love you as much as I do. I will miss you ya ayouni. Don’t forget me please hubbi. You said I don’t deserve you? I hope one day you will realize your mistake. You have my heart. You took it and am left with none while you have two. Please take care of my heart for it forever belongs to you.” These words were stuck in my head and now the pain I felt in my chest didn’t help either.

“Promise me this isn’t just tonight. Promise we’re still ‘us’ when the sun comes up.” He cradled my face, calloused thumbs smudging tear tracks. “You’re not just my first,” he said, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like a vow. “You’re my siempre (always). I’ll spend lifetimes learning the map of you.” His gaze locked onto mine, a black void edged with a brilliant blue where the moonlight caught it. “*Eres mi hogar ahora, mi vida. (You’re my home now, my life.)” The words settled in my ribs, a balm and a brand.

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.