Dearly Beloved

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Dearly Beloved,

Matt is very much like you.

He's simple.

He's kind.

He's charming.

He's unique.

Please don't think I will love anyone like you.

But every time I meet a boy I don't want to prepare my heart to...

Shatter

And although I am not able to see him,

I haven't sensed any type of bad intentions.

He's a blind tutor.

He's my tutor.

But he is blind, like me.

Therefore I do not know what he looks like.

He doesn't know what I look like either.

It's been weeks since our first class.

I'm learning fast.

He says I'm his best student.

Maybe it's only because I'm his only student.

I have learned how to walk on my own.

I've memorized the whole house and don't need any escort with me.

He showed me how to use the walking stick.

It's easy to find my way with it.

But isn't it ironic how I don't know the name or it?

Dearly Beloved,

I need you.

I'm so depressed.

I'm so upset.

I feel as if I will never be over you.

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Ezzy, you're so good at this!

Matt is teaching me how to read.

I feel like I'm connecting the dots with my finger.

They slide freely under my prints,

And I am able to understand.

I am reading a story.

A story of a couple who fall in love but things take a wrong turn.

I cannot read further neither do I want to.

So I stop.

I tell Matt I am tired and we stop and talk instead.

We talk,

About him.

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