Three days. That's how long it took me to memorize your body. You see, four days ago, I was mugged in an alley. I got a concussion that made me lose my vision. You came three days ago to see me. All the way from London. For me. You always do come back for me. And I always come back for you. But I can't see you anymore. At least, not with my eyes.
But I see you with my lips. Everywhere my lips touch your skin, it's smooth and silky. Soft and perfect. It's beautiful and addicting. Everywhere my lips touch your skin, I see perfection.
I see you with my hands. Everywhere I touch you, it's a shock of new life. New life I've never felt before. You see, when you moved, I was dying. I was dying slowly, miserably, cold, alone. I didn't think anyone would come save me. But here you are again, and you brought life with you. When I touch you with my hands, I see my life the way it's supposed to be.
I see you with my ears. I hear you when you sing to me. I hear you say my name, and it's as if all the hosts of heaven were here with me, singing. When I hear that angel voice, I see harmony and peace in its most perfect state.
I see you with my nose. It sounds funny, I know, but I do. I hold you and kiss your hair, and sometimes it smells like vanilla. Sometimes your skin smells like strawberry shortcake. Actually, most of the time you smell like strawberries in general. You smelled like strawberries when I kissed you the night of your 16th birthday. You smelled like peaches, though, the day we made love for the first time. That's what you smells like now, laying next to me. Like peaches… and cream. Yeah… I love peaches and cream. But then, I love you. It makes sense, then, doesn't it?
I see you with my heart. The first day I saw you, I knew you was going to be a piece of work. And you have been. You haven't changed a bit, have you babe? No, don't wake up, go back to sleep. That's it. Mmm, you really do smell like peaches. You call me on my crap, you call my bluff, you call my cell phone in the middle of the night to see if I'm home or out getting drunk. Okay, so I talked you out of that one, but… you still love my enough to care that I'm okay on hold me together when I'm not.
You're innocent, you're strong, you're full of courage and love. You're wise and yet naïve. You're confusing, yet enlightening. Well… you're a girl. You're an amazing one at that. You challenge me every day to be better, to step out of my shell, out of the horrible box that everyone puts me in. and when I think I can't, there you are, ready to help me. I'll never forget your 17th birthday, when you said the magic words that made me turn my life around… you looked at me with this big blue eyes I'll never forget, and you said, "I believe in you, Quincy." When we're here, heart to heart, I see your love for me and I finally can let go of my pain from the past, me fear of the future, and my complaints about the present. When we're heart to heart like this, you're all I see, my perfection.
It's funny how clearly you can see when you're blind. It's amazing how beauty does not have to be seen. It's interesting how these things can never be noticed until you are blind.
I can live with this, with being blind. You've learned how to drive my Viper, so I trust you'll take good care of her. I probably won't be able to produce… so maybe we'll switch places… I'll be the artist, and you the producer. After all, you are the music in me. I have you, and I don't need anything else. The doctors tell me that one day I may get my vision back. Until then, I will enjoy seeing you with my lips, with my hands, with my nose, with my ears. I will love seeing you without eyes.
Sleep tight, my love.