of me and how beautiful I look to him, how strong after all that illness, and how he wants to just lightly touch my neck, just there, and how he wants to take me in his arms and– “Oh, God,” he says, looking away suddenly. “Viola, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–” But I just put my hand up to the back of his neck– And he says, “Viola–?” And I pull myself towards him– And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.
