

hearts.I think its funny how everyone draws hearts but no one bothers to fill them in.hearts.
So theyre always empty?
Yeah.
A pause, and then, sadly: So theyre like yours.
Yes.
I wish I could fill your heart in for you. I have a black pen, do you think itll help any?
Nothing will.
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When I say hearts, what do you think of?
Batteries.
Why?
They make things


you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
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