Are you trying to tell me that I’m lying? Because I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’m pretty sure I’ve been blind for almost all of my life. That’s not something I’d lie or joke about, especially not in a situation like this.

I’m not trying to tell you that you’re lying. I’m trying to tell you that there’s something really bizarre about the fact that nothing about our lives seems to be meshing, regardless of how we force it to fit. As far as my own memory goes, you and I went blind at roughly the same time.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...