"Are you trying to tell me you can't fall in love?" he asked.
"It's not that I can't, Henry, it's just that I don't want to." she answered and tears started to roll down her cheek.
"Why is that so?"
"No, it's just that in my dream, my heart was made of glass. And as soon as I would fall in love
my heart broke. Hundred and thousand of tiny glass splitter cut my skin, so that anyone could see." she whispered "That's why I don't love." she looked towards Henry "It makes you weak."
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