Gladiolus, Oh, how I didn’t expect you. How clearly I remember the day seeing you in training - I’d spotted you around the citadel, close to your father, giving us glares for worming our way out of any talkings as we had been getting into trouble on the grounds. I’d thought to myself so smugly that you had nothing up top except would-be muscles.
How wrong I was. How utterly stupid and short-sighted I was when it came to everything about you. Though yes, your muscles are incredibly attractive and I would like to see more of them in the coming years (many more), that isn’t where my gaze starts and stops when it comes to you.
We’ve been through many difficult things together, and without you I don’t know that I would have made it out on the other side. When I was blind, I would have these very clear images of all of you in my head, and do you know what I still feel at times, as if it’s a phantom moment, clear in my head?
Your hands, gentle as they were, guiding me through life as I struggled to adapt. You were perhaps the most gentle I’d ever known you to be in those moments, patient and kind with me. You had your moments, of course, I think we were all frustrated and lost, but I always felt cared for in your arms, and that feeling has never changed.
These last several months have been some of the best in my life, thanks to both of you, and having those gentle hands is a feeling I would like to keep with me forever. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.