It was out of love. Always love. The sort of love which she felt for me too. It was a race to see who could steal the others heart first, and in this race it is I who have won.

During every embrace as our lips locked together I could feel her nails digging through the back of my ribs, clawing her way in towards my heart.

She tried to steal it. Oh yes, and tried as she might but I had already given it up to her.

Yet her heart was mine to steal.

And so stealing it, I did. I stole it away. It’s mine to take and always to keep.

I could wear it on a locket the way you once wore it on your sleeve.

But now it is mine to keep…

Your heart was always mine to steal.