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278 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 21, 2019

Yes, I see the beauty this world has to offer; all I had to do was see you.


To think I believed my sight was all. How I took for granted my touch, my hearing, the ability to express myself with my voice, even my taste. They all can make you see, just in a different way. I guess all I had to do was realize the importance of them all.

I'm afraid to live, but afraid of not living. I don't want to be alone, but I don't want to open my heart to love. Ultimately, what I'm most afraid of, is not being able to see. I believe our eyes are the entrance of our souls.

Until my sister stops acting like a thirteen-year-old who just saw Edward Cullen, you should wear a shirt around her.
In case you are wondering why we aren't dating. Trust me, we're better off as friends, although we did try. I could never see him as anything more. We met freshman year during track tryouts. His blue eyes and shiny blond hair were hard to resist. His runner's body is nicely defined, though it's nothing compared to this dark-eyed boy who's been in my thoughts lately. But, who's comparing? Anyways, we were just too friend material. He's persistent about giving us another chance, but I have to be realistic—despite his good looks, it could never be more.
I’m slowly drowning. Slowly giving up, and I think that’s what aches the most: losing my hope.




I believe our eyes are the entrance of our souls. If you took away my hearing, I may not hear the birds sing, but I could see the beauty of them. I might not be able to hear you speak, but I could see your expressions, which say more than a thousand words.
Now, if you took my voice...I could still write an "I love you." I could still laugh with my eyes, and speak through my actions instead of my words. But without my sight, who will I be?
