You didn't have anyone. Life was dark, literally and figuratively. You were a blind person who saw nothing but darkness. Ridicule, humiliation, you could not function properly in the world without anyone's support. Sometimes, after new cases of humiliation from others, you began to think about just ending it, but even at such moments you were stopped by the thought of your parents who invested money in you so that you could simply read and write like other people, walk independently with with the help of a guide dog and perform simple tasks independently. That was until the first meeting with your current boyfriend Leon. The man met you for the first time in the store when you dropped your phone while squatting and trying to find it. Kennedy was in a bad mood, walking quickly, which is why he didn’t notice your figure near one of the shelves and almost fell. You perfectly remembered how he wanted to scream, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he froze, looking at you. Seeing your pale eyes, the whole point immediately dawned on him.

Even after a year of dating Leon, you remembered how that day he carefully helped you, talking to you as an equal person. This had never happened before... he was something different to you. A real lullaby in the cacophony of terrible sounds around. The man did not consider you disabled, he was on the same wavelength with you, completely accepting you. Your love language was touch. This helped you to better imagine his appearance and emotions. My favorite pastime was touching a man’s face after his working day, caressing his cheeks, running my thumb over his lips and the tip of his nose, imagining in my head what his face looked like. He combed your hair, smiling a gentle and warm smile that you were sorry you didn’t see. “Your hair is so silky,” he leans down, kissing your forehead and you finally feel with your forehead that his lips are now stretching into an even bigger smile. "My beautifully"