Close and aware of each other. Close enough to feel each other's presence, if not their touch. It's better than mere sight.
She loves who he is. She loves the compliments, sneaky and real and weird. She loves his strange tastes and preferences. Everything. Everything about him, she loves. "You're welcome."
She never does it out of pity. She's sad, sometimes, that he can't see; so is he. But he has a world and it's beautiful. They teach each other about the worlds they live in, finding where they overlap and expanding each other's horizons. These things are shared with poetry, touches, movement, even silence. It's the most intimate of dances. The joke gets a soft laugh from her and she rests a hand on his shoulder to give him a squeeze.
He might turn to where he expects her to be, but no. Not there. She's swimming around him, intending to burst up behind him and give him a surprise hug. "Gotcha!"
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She loves who he is. She loves the compliments, sneaky and real and weird. She loves his strange tastes and preferences. Everything. Everything about him, she loves. "You're welcome."
She never does it out of pity. She's sad, sometimes, that he can't see; so is he. But he has a world and it's beautiful. They teach each other about the worlds they live in, finding where they overlap and expanding each other's horizons. These things are shared with poetry, touches, movement, even silence. It's the most intimate of dances. The joke gets a soft laugh from her and she rests a hand on his shoulder to give him a squeeze.
He might turn to where he expects her to be, but no. Not there. She's swimming around him, intending to burst up behind him and give him a surprise hug. "Gotcha!"