Heart and Mind and Soul

I'm blogging as soon as I wake up. This is rare. But as usual something occured to me in the shower and I feel I should write it down.
I spend a lot of time talking about heart, mind and soul. I use them a lot in my prose (such as it is). I realised this morning that those three things are what I believe constitutes a human being and I'm going to note down what I believe those things are - and then note down who has mine, because that's the other thing I thought of in the shower.
Right, so. Mind.
Mind is all of those thoughts you have. Mind is your sense of self, basically. Everything that lies behind your eyes, every time you think 'yes' or 'no', every time you formulate an argument, willfully make a choice, express your emotions that sometimes come from other places but eventually ferment in your mind, so on so forth. Mind is thought. Thought is mind.
Ben owns my mind. He owns my mind because I refuse to allow him my heart any longer, as there isn't a point and because he doesn't want it, because he can't have my soul, and because his mind and my mind together are like fireworks and matches. Friendship is a choice, and the mind is the home of choice. He is my best friend and probably will be for a very long time. Thus, he owns my mind.
Now then, the soul.
The soul is all of that intuition bullshit. For me, the soul is the feelings that cannot be rationalized, those subtle things in life that have no explanation, no obvious source - that feeling of wholeness or emptiness, that deep-seated sense of right and wrong (not always, sometimes the mind handles that), contentment, equilibrium and all that other hippy crap. I was raised by hippies, I refuse to be an athiest, sue me. Anyway, the soul is all of that unexplainable yet essential stuff.
Baesty is my soulmate. She can't have my mind because she already has so much of me that even I don't understand, and she can't have my heart because we will never sleep together. She has my soul for reasons I can't fathom, but she has it regardless.
Finally, the heart is love. Physical contact, affection, and love. The kind of love where your blood quickens in your veins at the sight of someone, the kind of love that leaves you tongue-tied in the wake of their scent, the kind of love that makes your dreams haunted and tortures you with senseless yearning.
At the moment, I'm heartless.

So, that concludes my just-woke-up-must-write-wtf moment.