The Art of the Blind

Chapter 1

Ronnie's pov

She is my light, and I can't look away from her. Cathy, you are the girl that stole my heart which I never thought was possible. The best I had before our lives got flipped upside down was after we were married, it was us buying our first apartment. I still remember her laugh and smile when we were flinging paint at each other. Cathy, write me a story where I don't loose all our memories, and seeing your light bringing smile, hoping it will bring light into my personal darkness. I wished to the lord I thought would protect me from the many dangers out there while you see everyone's personal light, and sculpt that into your stories and art work to bring people to tears in which you never gave up on. 

They say New York is a place full of dreams that you can fulfill, but when we met in college you because my new inspiration. I know it feels like a love story when they say it was love at first sight, but to me it was our love for art is what drew us together. I always loved how you would sit at the dinner table surrounded by papers, and your hair, that beautiful dyed blue tipped hair, in a messy bun, when it was longer, being held by pencils which give you a crown of thorns. Staying up all hours of the night was not the best idea, but when you did stay up painting your masterpiece or writing the next big hit of a story that you can never finish. In the morning I love to see you have drool at the corner of your mouth. Even when you hunt down the smell of bacon in a crop top and a pair of lacy underwear that you wore to bed in.

Cathy, I miss seeing your face in all hours of the day I hope you still love me with all your heart. "Ronnie, I think I got it!" my wife squeals, breaking me from my thoughts, from the kitchen and rushes over to where I am, which is the balcony overlooking the Hudson river. "Ronnie, I did it! I finally finished my story that I have been working my ass off." my love squeals with excitement, I smile at the amazing blue haired woman in front of me. I see her light bringing smile and her eyes sparkle like a child in a candy store. I start to tear up at the thought I won't see Cathy like that ever again, "Ronnie, what's wrong?" she asks wiping away a rogue tear. " Cathy, I hope you still love me when tell you this-"

"Ronald Adam Parks, would I be here if I didn't love you?" she demands while bringing out the full name card. "Catherine, I am asking you to trust me" I plead hoping I will still see her here instead of out the door. "Ronnie, I trust you with every fiber of my being" she places a comforting hand on the side of my face, while I fearfully look into her chocolate brown eyes I see comfort and love. A love that has loved me for 5 years of being married to me, and additional 4 years of pining for her then to dating Cathy. "Okay, I'm sorry I am nervous that you will walk out the door, when I tell you I need to know you will stay by my side-" once again she interrupts me, "Babe, I made a vow to you that I will be there all the damn time for you in sickness and in health. Because that is how damn much I love you" I start to cry knowing what promise she made by marrying me without a fucking second thought.

"Catherine Lynn Parks, do you promise that you will not pummel our doctor" I ask enthuse on not, "I, Catherine Lynn Parks, do promise that I will not pummel our doctor" she answers. I take in a shaky breath, "Cathy, I am going blind" I say looking down, not wanting to see her reaction. I see hands take my art supplies from my paint covered hands, and set them on the nearby table. Then a hand lifts up my head to look at her in the eyes so that she can search for comfort, "what are you doing?" I question in wonder what my wife before me is doing. "I'm looking at the beautiful eyes that has been given me a new world of creativity in everything I do" Cathy, my love, responds calmly I wonder what is going on in that head of hers, "will you still be there me even after I go blind?" I nervously mumble, hoping for answer. "My protective, shy, sarcastic, caring, reserved, funny, quiet, and a nervous wreck of a husband, I will never leave you. Now come inside, so we can buy some take-out" she says before pulling me along. I follow behind slowly but surely make love before my sight is forever lost. 

Our apartment is small but reserved it as a homey feel to it, and it is very welcoming to one that is searching for a place to stay. I hear a squeak of a rescue animal that we have given a home to, Sookie the capuchin monkey, has taken a liking to the blue haired wonder I call a wife, and friend 'til death do we part. "Hello, Baby" blue haired wonder coos to the banana eating shoulder monkey, the demon child that Cathy has on her shoulder walks over to me and takes my glasses from off the bridge of my nose. "How can you stand her?" I wondered out loud, while my wife just laughs at me, but sneaks up on me, and kisses my nose, and finally places my black rimmed "nerd" glasses as she calls them. "Because we are the same in our own ways" she replies. Thank you God for letting marry a woman like her.

Later that was uneventful we had chinese take out, and watched Back to the Future while we ate. But during the movie my mind was somewhere else, my head subconsciously turned to look at the sleeping beauty, with the demon monkey on her side, before me. I think to myself, Cathy, I hope you love me like the way you love like you love Sookie. In college, I thought I could get away with anything like: parties, sex, drinking, and smoking, but I never thought I would marry you. I was the biggest playboy before I met you, but I always remembered how came to know you. I remember all the times in college I was a playboy until I met you. When I stumbled into the art studio, late at night, and saw you dancing with your light blue tipped short hair swaying behind you while you listened to Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab. I fell in love with you that day, and you changed me for the better that is one of the many things that I love about you. Suddenly the world around me collapsed, into a cloud of swirling evil and blackness. I fucking love you Cathy...