Two hearts. One Love.

When she was a young girl she had a full heart and with each new found love she gave a piece away, to be remembered.

The last time she tried to take her piece back, she thought that if she shared it, it would be the end of her...

So she presented her case, her piece of heart back for a clean slate.

The new owner looked at her and sighed, her heart, he said was way too valuable and she didn't have enough to buy.

She cried and cried because she wanted it back, but he wouldn't hear of it, saying that her tears were falling to dirt.

She didn't understand why she couldn't get a hold on it; she knew she had to work for it.

But to work to get her own heart back, how would she?
To take her piece of heart willingly, how could he?

And so she moved on, filling the blank spaces in her chest with other forms of happiness.

She met a similar heart, a heart made of gold. She tried to apply for the position, but that heart had been sold.

She saw it everyday. It was happily owned by her arch enemy.
The one who took hers and the one she detested. The one whose heart she's taken time on and invested.

So she did the only thing she knew how to do, she used her heart and loved him too.

Till he couldn't resist her love and her empathy. And he offered her piece of heart without sympathy.

And as he grieved because he thought he had lost her, she smiled when he presented her with her the trade she once offered.

Her piece of heart for a new clean slate.

She watched as his own heart began to break. But before it fell apart and shattered to pieces, she grabbed hold of the strings and kissed the cracked edges.

"What use would this piece of heart be to me, if without you it would break easily?"
She asked him once and then again, and through his tearful gaze, he whispered her name.

"What use would your piece of heart be to me, when I'd rather have it in entirety, all of it, embedded in me?" He reached out and showed her the piece he had saved and in return she handed him the rest of its shape.

Perfectly in intact she handed hers to him.
He gave her his, young and untouched.

"I have never shared it before," he said.
"It's alright she said, "it's safe you, you're never to worry about it ever breaking."

And so a new trade was established: Her heart for his and his heart for hers.
A perfect deal. A perfect love.

Two hearts. One love.