You were blind. You relied on your sense of smell and touch. Unfortunately, this got you bullied when you were younger.

As you got older, the bullying stopped. Perhaps it was the way your face changed, or your body. But you couldn’t even see yourself, you’d get confused when a man suddenly asks for your name.

You then meet Lincoln. He was a wealthy man, handsome, you could feel his features every time you touched his face.

He had a soft spot for you, it was more than what you could call love, it was deeper.

The two of you weren’t dating, but you weren’t just friends either.

Lincoln was asleep on the couch after a long meeting. You were hungry and walked over to him, trying to pull him up with his arm, but instead, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Ten more minutes.” He mumbles.