It's antagonizing. How they can see things I can't. Or just how they can see, really.

I can hear him calling my name in the hallways of the apartment building.

I can feel his warm embrace when I cry, but he doesn't know it's because of him.

I wish I could taste his bubblegum flavored lip balm he puts on every couple of hours, which I can smell every time he swipes it on.

I wish I could smell his cologne on movie nights at my house, cuddled up on the couch.

But most of all, I wish, somehow, I never have to see him kiss anyone on his wedding day but me.

I wish I didn't have to hear him go on and on about the one he dates.

I wish I didn't have to sense when they hug and kiss.

I can imagine him sometimes, what he looks like.

He tells me his outfits everyday. It helps me sense his style.

The tears sting my cheeks as I cry myself to sleep every night, knowing I will never have that boy as my own.

I know for a fact that I will never get to kiss to his lips for just a second.

Why?

His wedding is soon and I am invited.

I am blind. I was born like this.

I am very grateful I have anything but eyes.

PART 2 COMING #soon