Locked inside your heart shaped box...

I want

to be

untouchable 

and 

beautiful

and completely

dead inside

"I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?” 

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” 
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights