Beauty is not what we see but what we feel. William had always told me. He always taught me beauty is not something one can see, beauty is an emotion, a feeling one feels deep down their heart. And love is not what you can see but what you feel. Victor had taught me. But I can see love— in his eyes; I can hear love— in his voice. I can feel love in his gentle caress. The love I see, the love I hear is what I feel. And today when he was showering me with love, painting me in love, he didn't wish me to see it, rather, he wanted me to feel it.
I was leaning against the sofa, my eyes closed under the blindfold. My chest kept heaving up and down and he hadn't even started painting me yet. I couldn't see anything through the blindfold, just hear some movement in the room before I felt his warm
