"You don't want me," I say, backing up until my whole body is pressed up against the wall. "I'm broken. My heart is in a thousand pieces, and you'd have to tape them all back together." He smiles at me, making my legs go weak. "Yes I do. And even if I have to put your heart back together one piece at a time and use hot glue to fix it, I will." And without another word, his lips connect with mine - and the world around us disappears into bliss.