Recovering from Love

I don't remember the day I lost my sight, I don't remember the day I couldn't hear the wind anymore.
But it all came so suddenly, and it was relentless. It tortured me for years, the eyes of my mother being the last thing I saw before I lost everything...

Until the day I woke up to an Angel

*Note from the author*
This short story is a very personal tale of mine. I see it as a metaphor of my past, a way to cope with my losses. I thought it'd be a good idea to post this, as a way to say that all you people out there that you're not alone in your struggles. I'm still going through some, but I'm optimistic as hell!
Hope you enjoy !