See You in Venice

Tell me, how to live?

How to live when you're two-fifths, two out of five... a forty percent? If you're not that good with math, don't worry. You're still lucky. Why? Because, I may be good with numbers, but I am definitely not good with tastes, smells, and even sights. Meaning, I don't have senses of taste, smell, and unfortunately, sight. That's three out of five - good thing I can still hear his voice echoing in my ears and feel his warmth fondling in my arms.

Just to give you a hint, I was not like this two years ago. Until, he came into my life.

Love blinded me, or should I say literally?