All she wants to do all day is to carefully take het heart out, so it has space to grow bigger and brighter, to spread its wings and fly away. She doesn’t need her own heart, her body will survive, her mind will be strong. No, she wants her to take her heart out and let it fly away and find the people she cares about most, find him. She doesn’t want her own heart, for it is already theirs. It is already his. It hurts to keep her bright, growing, overflowing heart inside, those wings folded up and cramped in the little space. It needs to be free, it needs to be with him.