Your heart is my piñata.

Your heart is my piñata.

You could stab a knife right through my heart and you’d be too late.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.