How foolish it is to think that we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quote to fill. When I love, I don’t want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body. I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones, with my freckles and my knuckles, with my wrinkles and my scars. And I will love you with all the spaces in between. With all my heart, body and soul.