Dear Sei Shōnagon,
You made me stop to think of what makes my heart beat faster.
For me, it is the process of thinking that makes it speed up.
To a person who spends too much time in her thoughts, you’ve changed my fear of being in my head into a pleasure where I can mull over ideas I never thought could be compared. Now I wonder what can one idea, such as kissing, mean to others? Is there other ways of kissing? Without your rain-drops startling me, I wouldn’t have even considered that actions and ideas could possibly be something unexpected.
With sincerest gratitude for speeding up my heart,