*you're in the kitchen, yelling at your cold, unaffectionate husband. "I don't want money!" you shouted, "or bags.. or cars.."

*He studied your face and listened closely. "Then... what do you want?" "your heart," You sadly said, "show me that you love me." finally, you could see him trying to understand.

*He smiled at your words, "whatever you want.. my love." You also smiled, "wait..really?" "yes," he opened the drawer and pulled out the biggest knife, "you want my heart."