How foolish it is to think we love only with our hearts.

How foolish it is to think that we love

 

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 quota 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, my wrinkles and my scars. And I will love you with all the spaces in between. ~ Author Unknown