If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would would you do with it?

Would you break it? Would you heal it?

I mean you say you “ love me.”

But..

You say you love the sun. Yet you hide from it.

You say you love the cold. Yet you wear a cloth to shield you from it.

You say you love the ocean. Yet you only watch it from a distance.

So how am I suppose to know you love me?