Right.

Blind light grazed her fair skin illuminating a beautiful pink blush that hid behind dark eyes. In translucence she picked up her pencil and started drawing a little sketch of a heart. Her heart perhaps, and maybe mine. She knew that I watched as she beautified my shirt, placing the heart gently on the right side of my chest. I tilted my head inquisitively and gave her a puzzled look she knew so well and has even come to adore. The warmth of her smile was a not that of a million suns, no. It was a supernova.

A supernova of emotions seeping right through the fabric of my rugged soul, refining it, shaping it. She smiled, and I stood helplessly stupefied, burning with curiosity as I waited for her to reveal yet another piece of her puzzle.

Blindfolded if I have to, I will guide her touch, to where my heart is, to where she wants it to be. I will lead her to the heart on the right side of my chest.

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The Song: Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars . . . I will drum this beautiful song one day, for her. And she will behold me in awe.