they called it blindness.
but you hated that term. to you it was simply eye opening. you saw pure beauty while everyone saw the hidden idea.
that was what i liked about you, nothing was ever painful or magnificent enough. it was as if your emotions were on a scale that never wavered from it's solid middle postion.
until you met me. or at least that's what they told me. but i guess no one understood you like i did, now did they?
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
