the thought of not seeing your face anymore hurt me. deeply. it was all i thought about when my eyes were bandaged shut, healing. 'would i ever see your eyes again?' 'would i ever get to see your hands intertwined with mine again?' my mind was out of control. when my bandages were delicately removed from my eyes, i kept my eyes closed, afraid if my sight would satisfy my one and only wish, to see you. only you. i could hear you, feel your palm against mine, smell your comforting scent, but when i opened my eyes, it was dark. nothingness.
i couldn't see you.
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conception.
Puisiwriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
