I laid in bed, I could feel him slowly moving besides me, waking up. He turned and hugged me, his breath hit my face with warmth. I felt his hand caress my hair, my waist. My heart skipped a beat.

I reached my hand up, I found his face, I felt his features. A sharp nose with a bump in the middle. The sharpness of his stuble. His strong brows and the flutter of his eyelashes against my hand. With my touch, I saw, I saw the man I loved.

You don’t need vision to see.

XO,