Any two points can make a line, but I can never make you mine.

“Here - right here” as he pointed to his chest, and handed her the knife. She wanted to have a piece of him for herself - all to herself- and he was going to let her have his heart. With his offer, she couldn’t be less than satisfied. As she started cutting along the dotted lines that she envisioned on his flawless body, she realized something. She was cutting the shape all wrong. She stopped halfway letting the blood run out in perfect streams of tears. He looked at her wondering what was wrong, begging her to continue. She blinked cruelly and said, “I thought I wanted it, but not anymore.”