It's my heart. It is the same as yours.

I shook my head. No it isn't. Your heart has beaten for fifteen hundred years--and will continue to beat for at least another fifteen hundred--while mine will be lucky to beat for as long as Ellie's has.

He kissed my hair and then pressed his cheek against my head. I will see to it that it beats for as long as possible.

Autore: S.L. Naeole