A lot of people relate beauty with appearance. Nice eyes, attractive lips, luscious hair. However, a blind person’s perspective on beauty is different.
We don’t pick up things that ‘normal’ people do. Like the way she bites her lip or how she plays with her hair when she’s shy. We pick up on the things that matter. The things that visibly-abled people tend to miss.
The way a voice hits you so smoothly. The feel of ones hand entwined with your own. Kissing them on the cheek and feeling their smile shine through. Making them laugh so much they end up crying.
To fall in love with a person without ever seeing them may be a horrid thought to a lot of people. But you don’t need to see their face. Their attractive eyes and defined collarbones don’t matter. What matters is their voice, their touch and their smell. I can walk in a room containing just the aroma of her perfume and I will fall in love.
She means the world to me and I haven’t even seen her. I never will see her.
Being blind means not being able to see, so that means I just see black. My vision is dark. But my life is light.
She’s my sun and the darkness I see will never win for as long as she’s around.
