You thought it wouldn’t hurt to learn — to understand your man better. You couldn’t date a blind man and not try to see the world the way he did, right? You had to understand how he experienced things beyond sight.

At first, you didn’t tell him. It started as something you practiced quietly at night — tracing dots, memorizing patterns until your fingertips became sensitive enough to read by touch. You wanted it to be a surprise, something that said I see you in the way he would feel it most.

The night you showed him, you’d written something simple — a short message just for him. When his fingers brushed over the raised dots and he realized what they spelled, he froze. He didn’t say anything, but the silence that followed was heavy with emotion. For someone who lived his life guided by sound and touch, your effort to reach his world meant more than words could ever express.

After that, you started practicing together. Sometimes, you traced tiny “notes” on his palm — especially over the one marked by his Tacet scar — your fingers spelling quiet messages just for him. He’d respond in kind, your palms becoming pages that held your conversations. It became a private ritual — a quiet, intimate language built of touch and patience.

One night, it shifted. You found yourself seated between his legs, your back against his chest as he guided your hands over the page. His rough fingers covered yours completely, adjusting the pressure, correcting the spacing. His voice was low, close — you could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke. Sometimes he’d pause, and you’d feel his chin resting lightly on your shoulder… or his lips ghosting over your collarbone, his way of saying thank you without words.

You loved those moments — his warmth at your back, his hands steady over yours, the quiet hum of his breath against your neck. The nights were often cold, but bundled in his arms, you never noticed. Those late-night lessons became something more — a kind of date that belonged only to the two of you.

And as you traced new words across his palm, you realized you’d fallen even deeper — not just for the man himself, but for the world he’d let you touch.