Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?
My heart is burning a hole in my chest and every time you speak to me, it keeps sinking, and I'm left with nothing but ashes. I wish she were talking to me, because the more she speaks to me, the more my heart flutters like a rising phoenix. -Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz
I always have many roads to travel, but I take the one which leads to you.
At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.