Writing You

Letters and numbers would dance in front of his eyes, and
squinting never helped. His eyes could keep pace with a ball on the field, and
his fingers could understand the strings of a guitar. But his eyes could not
tell 6 from 8, and his fingers could never comprehend a pen.

The letters and numbers danced in front of her eyes too, but
only to form patterns, and squinting was never needed. She comprehended rhythm
and was more than able to put it down on paper.

It’s not as though rhythm was a foreign concept to him, it’s
just that he could never write it down like her.

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Hello. Please don't judge me by my previous writing. I promise I've improved. This story very close to my heart and copyrighted. Thanks. I hope you enjoy.
Jade
p.s. this book will have many variations in writing style and narration, I feel as though ut acts character... idk