Gabriel
The day I lost my heart was the day my parents died. I left every emotion, every feeling, even the essence of my soul behind when I left home and the other half of my being too. But then she came and something changed. I fought it. I fought it as hard as I could. I tried to stay away for the sake of her safety and the reasons that she was too young. But then faith happened and her safety was in my hands. And instead of pushing her away, I decided to possess her, make her mine.
It wasn’t until I saw how much she loved me, trusted me and then made me trust her in return, that I realised she had brought back my heart to me. Without my knowing it she had peeled away the layers I shrouded myself in. Now I could feel my heart. I recognise it more than a blood pumping organ. I know it
