Love Is Blind
Jun 20201 min read3 views

I know it is night-time, not because the sun has set, but because I can feel the evening breeze massaging my body, whispering wordless tunes to me.
It is night-time because I hear the hustle and bustle of late-night travellers commuting to their homes, to restaurants, or wherever they fancy.
It is night-time because Rose just called me, just as she calls every night since the day we met, the day I fell in love.
“It’s good to hear your voice,” Rose said.
It’s even better to hear yours, I thought. It’s all I have. “It’s good to hear yours too.”
“I miss you,” she said in a soft voice.
Whenever we talk, I’m taken back to our first date, on a wooden pier by the lake. Rose’s beauty stunned me, and her eyes took my breath away: crystal blue like the waters before us.
It was a bittersweet moment, the moment I lost my sight. I’m not happy that I can’t see, but I’m glad Rose is the last person I saw, the best thing I’ve ever seen.
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