Blind. #EveryDayMovie

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Love isn’t something that you can describe.

No words will ever accurately sum up how you feel about another person. Try all you want, but love isn’t something that you can put into words. When it happens, it happens. Even science can’t properly explain love, what makes me think I can?

Truth be told, I didn't believe in soulmates. That was, until I met them.

It was absolutely insane. Imagine being a blind man, wandering around the world, only being guided by a cane, having the whole entire world pass by them, but not catching a single glimpse of it. Imagine growing old, living your entire life inside your own mind, imagine living through your entire life with only dull sounds. Then, imagine a deaf man walks by and decides to give you half of his sight, only so you could see the beauty he’s staring back at.

You would blink open your eyes, mystified by what was in front of you. You’ve experienced nothing like this before. Slowly, they guide you along the way, making sure you watch your footsteps. They walk right alongside you. In fact, they never even consider leaving your side.

You couldn’t stand the thought of them not being able to hear you say “I do.” when you walk down the aisle, so you give him half of your hearing. You both become two halves of the same person.

Then, imagine someone hating the thought of you too together. Imagine having people throw rocks at your windows, leaving death threats in your mailbox, having people throw slurs in your direction. You’ve done nothing to warrant this hate, and the only person you have to bear this pain with is him. Imagine going up to officially declare your vows to each other, only to be denied again and again.

Imagine being outcast by your family because you’re a blind black man who fell in love with a deaf white man. Imagine being separated from your lover because of race and sexuality. Imagine having to watch your lover cry by your bedside.

Imagine never being able to proclaim your love to each other, having to kept it a secret. Imagine dying first, so you don’t have to see him die, and not being able to even write that he was your spouse on your obituary.

It’s a scary thought.

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Dedicated to John and Henry.