[ Trough words, letters, messages and phone calls. Trough songs, poems and pictures. Trough black and blue, coma and worse; our pulse never stopped synchronizing. ]

 
"If words hurt a person, only words can fix them. But if a person hurts a person... Fixing is pointless. Broken stays broken," she said.
"Beep, wrong. That theory is too cynical. To prove you wrong, I'll gather up what we're lacking; words, actions and love," he smiled. "And that's just the start."
"Love?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Lots of it."
"You'd really take a chance in loving me?" she asked.
"I'd take the chance in half a heart beat. If you'll let me, that is," he replied.
"And what if I don't?" she challenged.
"Then I'm afraid we'd have a problem. I'd love you either way."

And at that moments, both their hearts were in a harmonic frenzy. Because only love in the right amount fixes the broken. And only the right amount of broken can strengthen the love.