They say that the blank page is one of the scariest things you have to face as an artist. Try being the girl who is writing a letter to the family of the girl whose heart you have beating in your chest. I’m not a poet or even a good writer. But, staring at the page, the words find me eventually. And I begin to write.
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Badump. Badump. Badump. I close my eyes, listening to my heart speed up as he kisses me again. I can’t remember if the fluttery feeling in my chest feels different. I wonder if it gave my donor a similar feeling. It’s great, both the feeling and the kiss. Colors and emotions swirl through my head, painting a masterpiece. This kiss is the pièce de résistance. I didn’t expect this side of him. This passionate, artistic side of him that cares for his sister in a way that very few people could handle. I knew he was different when I saw how much effort he’s putting into the Triumph Bonneville. I just didn’t realize how different. I was serious when I told him he was an artist. I was even more serious when I told him that after the kiss. Everything is clicking into place in the most wonderful ways. My world is going in the right direction. And it feels wonderful, just like Rhys’s kiss. I want him.