She opened her chest, cradling it in the cage of her fingers.

Her heart protested. “I’m not ready.”

“Be brave,” she whispered.

Her heart grew wings, and flew out into the world with the promise to return and one day, it did.

“You’re heavier than I remember,” she said.

“Yes, and a little broken and a little bruised.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“For love, for love, for love…” her heart sang.