Hearts are peculiar things. You never really think of them. When it starts aching, you notice. I thought I'd locked mine away, hidden under layers of ice. That was until I met him. His warmth melted away all the shields around my heart. It started beating again. It ached terribly, knowing he could never be mine. He owned my heart… but by some miracle, I was still alive. It wasn't until later that I realized I owned his heart. When we kissed, I knew I'd never want to kiss anyone else's lips. I would keep and cherish his heart forever.