"Look." You said at last, exasperated. "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"
I smirk at such an easy question and hold up my fist, fingers tightly clenched. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head and raise your hand, curling your fingers over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
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