Wait. No, she didn’t did she? I mean, did she just make a blind joke? Or, did she just tell you something much, much worse? You sputter and try to speak. The darker meanings just won’t leave your head.
i’m…
i’m sorry.
You can barely get even those words out, but once you do, more words follow.
but, even in the dark, there’s always light somewhere. even if you have to make it.
You can’t suppress the little giggle that comes when he takes it so seriously.
My, John, am I not allowed to make fun of myself? Where’s the fun in that? Just because I don't want to be blind doesn’t mean that I’m unable to have a sense of humor.
Your expression fades to a much more reserved smile.
I agree, though. I can still see in my dreams, sometimes, and I allow myself to enjoy the light when I can have it.
(Source : orphiste-blog)
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