The only time I am ever sad with him is when I remember he can’t see colors in the way I can.
I wish he knew how beautiful it all was when I saw them so much brighter, nearly blinding, with him next to me.
The only time I am ever sad with him is when I remember he can’t see colors in the way I can.
I wish he knew how beautiful it all was when I saw them so much brighter, nearly blinding, with him next to me.