𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

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{Quîncy}

2 months.

Ît's been 2 months sînce Î got my vîsîon.

Î've been întervîewed numerous tîmes, my face was even în the newspaper 2 or 3 tîmes.

Hîstorîcal changîng events for the doctoral world rîght here în our lîttle town. Doctor Harrîson Grîmes changes the hîstory of medîcal eye care!

Î spent a long tîme walkîng around town.

Fînally seeîng the roads that Î've memorîzed.

Seeîng the faces of people Î always say hello to.

Î was completely taken back when Î fîrst saw a face.

Ît was doctor Grîmes's.

The fîrst thîng Î was was hîs bîg nose.

Î screamed very loudly.

Ît was quîte embarrassîng.

Î spent a lot of tîme walkîng around wîth Puck, takîng hîm to the park.

Î get stopped a lot.

"Hey, are you the guy from the papers?"

Î don't lîke ît.

Î lîked ît when nobody took a second look at me.

Only one person's stare made me feel împortant.

And of course she was rîght, gîrls stop and talk to me all the tîme.

Pretty gîrls.

Makes me feel overwhelmed.

"Do you have a gîrl or somethîng?"
They always ask when Î quîetly excuse myself.

No.

All Î have îs the memory of the only person who saw me for who Î was before Î became normal.

Now Î feel common. At fîrst Î stood out. Î dîdn't go through wîth the operatîon because Î wanted to be normal, Î went through ît because Î felt as though Î would be makîng everythîng worse for myself îf Î dîdn't.

Î've trîed callîng her many tîmes.

Leavîng embarrassîng voîcemaîls and Î even showed up at her apartment once.

Î chîckened out before Î could even knock on the door though.

Sometîmes when Î can't sleep, Î go through the pîctures on her Înstagram.

Ît's those eyes.

Ît gets me every tîme.

Brown.

Her skîn îs..însane. Oh God, îf Î would have known how beautîful she looks wîth the sun all beamîng down on her, Î would have notîced exactly how great Afrîcan Amerîcans are.

For the past 2 months Î've been admîrîng every color Î've spent my whole lîfe learnîng about.

From the brîghtest yellow to the darkest black.