KNOWING YOU
I would know you blind.
Hold on, back up. I can just see you staring at me, a befuddled look on your pretty face as you wonder what the hell I'm talking about, what nonsense I'm spouting now.
Let me explain-
When we first went into hiding, we considered disguises…altering our appearances beyond recognition. We considered dressing differently, dying or cutting or growing our hair. We considered adopting accents, new names and new backgrounds. Then we realized that it didn't matter, one way or another. If they were going to find us, let them. If not…well, we'd live out our lives as they came.
But that's not the point. I wanted to share a memory.
Envision this; You: lethargic in the passenger seat. Me: driving, not paying nearly enough attention to the road, too content to have you with me. We were discussing disguises, whether or not it was worth it, what we would do to change the way we looked. I remember looking at you and being amazed that you could even consider a disguise. I think I said something along the lines of "that would never work!", and you gave me one of your patented glances, raised an eyebrow, and continued on with the conversation. I assumed you wrote it off as one of my random remarks, and to tell the truth, I would have, too. It wasn't an off-hand comment, though, as much as it may have seemed it.
It wasn't until much later, though, that I realized what I meant.
I was thinking about it, and I realized that you had become so familiar, so well-known, to me, that to see you in a disguise would not change you a bit. I'd still know you- your voice, your mannerisms, the way you raise an eyebrow every slightly when you're angry at me. The way you blink to hold back tears, afraid to let me see you at your weakest. The way you crick your neck, pulling your head back to look at me whenever I say something stupid. The way your voice always catches slightly, how it becomes softer and more hesitant each time you tell me that you love me.
No matter what the disguise, I'd always know you.
I'd know you anywhere.
I'd know you blind. I'd know you dumb, and deaf, and mute…and any other way I was when you were with me.
I can't stress that enough; no matter what, I'd know you.
Always.