He always thinks long-term. Too much.
He doesn’t seem interested in winning, only in making sure no one else does.
He doesn’t treat me differently because I’m blind.
But he doesn’t get close either.
I think he prefers distance from people he can’t fully read.

I don’t like being near her.
I can’t explain it well.
Most people make noise without realizing it.
She doesn’t.
So I usually leave when she appears.

He’s careful with his words.
He never says more than necessary, and never less.
Everything he does has a clear purpose.
I prefer that over inconsistency.

She’s direct.
She has clear rules and expects others to follow them.
She isn’t kind, but I don’t mind.
I don’t expect compassion from others.

She was elegant and imposing.
She didn’t approach just anyone, but she did with me sometimes.
Those moments made me think we could have been friends.
Her absence is noticeable.
I miss her more than I thought I would.

He doesn’t talk much.
When he’s near, the atmosphere feels heavy.
I don’t think he’s cruel.
But he isn’t sentimental either.

She’s more interested in her creations than people.
She hasn’t treated me badly.
But we don’t trust each other.

He’s polite. Too polite.
He always sounds kind, even when talking about unpleasant things.
I don’t like not knowing what he’s really thinking.

He’s loud.
Always moving.
He doesn’t hide what he feels.
That makes him easy to understand.

He describes things I can’t see.
He never mocks me.
He once tried to help with my blindness.
I told him it wasn’t necessary.
He didn’t insist.