A thousand Boy Kisses

Impressive, hey? You are gifted beyond words, Rune. I knew when we sent in
your work that you would be accepted. I may be no expert on photography, but
even I could see how you manage to capture images no one else could. How you
have a style that is so completely unique.
So special … as special as special can be.
The picture at the end is my favorite. Not because it is of me, but because I
knew the passion that picture reignited. I saw, that day on the beach, the fire
inside spark back to life.
It was the first day that I knew you would be okay when I was gone. Because I
started to see the Rune I know and love breaking back through. The boy who will
live a life for us both. The boy now healed.

Glancing back at Poppy’s face, looking up at me from the picture, I couldn’t
help but think of the exhibition at NYU. She must have already known that day
that I had been accepted.
Then I thought of the final picture. Esther. The picture that the patron had
exhibited as the final piece. The picture of his late wife who died too young. The
picture that didn’t change the world, but showed the woman who had changed
his.
Nothing described this picture, currently staring back at me, more than this
explanation. Poppy Litchfield was just a seventeen-year-old girl from a small
town in Georgia. Yet, from the day I had met her, she tipped my world on its
head. And even now, after her death, she was still changing my world. Enriching

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and filling it with a selfless beauty that would never be rivaled.
Picking the letter back up, I read:
This brings me to my final box, Rune. The one I know you will protest about
most, but the one that you must follow through.
I know right now you are confused, but before I let you go, I need you to know
something.
Being loved by you was the biggest accomplishment of my life. I didn’t have
long and I had nowhere near enough time to be with you how I wanted. But in
those years, in my final months, I knew what real love was. You showed me that.
You brought smiles to my heart and light to my soul.
But best of all, you brought me your kisses.
As I write this and reflect on the past several months since you came back into
my life, I can’t be bitter. I can’t be sad that our time is limited. I can’t be sad
that I won’t get to live out my life by your side. Because I had you for as long as
I could, and that was perfect. To be loved so fiercely, so intensely, once again,
was enough.
But it won’t be for you. Because you deserve to be loved, Rune.
When you found out I was sick, I know you struggled with not being able to
cure me. To save me. But the more I think about it, the more I believe that it
wasn’t you who was meant to save me. Rather, I was meant to save you.
Maybe through my passing, through our journey together, you found your way
back to you. The most important adventure I’d ever have.
You broke through the darkness and let in the light.
And that light is so pure and strong that it will carry you through … it will lead
you to love.
As you read this, I can picture you shaking your head. But, Rune, life is short.
However, I have learned that love is limitless and the heart is big.
So open your heart, Rune. Keep it open and allow yourself to love and to be
loved.

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In a few moments I want you to open the final box. But first, I simply want to