"When you touch a man’s heart, he will remember it forever." ― Dixie Waters


You wished you could see him. He wished you could see him. You wished you could see yourself. He wished you could see yourself. Every day, every night, you had no sight. From the day you were born, you couldn't see. You had books of brail and a guide dog by the name of Ziggy but you wished you could be normal. Have vision and experience the world around you with your own eyes. It made it even harder when you met Harry and couldn't see what he looked like. You had to rely on your other senses to make a mental picture of him in your mind.

Harry made sure that you could experience the world through his eyes. He told you about the sun shining brightly in the sky and the snow creating a blanket in the garden. He described the house you lived in and the neighbourhood in which you resided. He was there by your side with each step you took, holding your hand in his own. His fingers threading through yours gave you comfort, even though you couldn't see him. You could feel him, hear him, smell him. The feeling of his arms around you, the sensation of the sound of his raspy tone speaking to you, the intoxication of his expensive cologne flooding your nostrils. He was always there whenever you needed him, whenever you wanted him. You felt so lucky to have him be yours. You couldn't have asked for a better man.

But sometimes, you did feel self-conscious. You wondered why he was with you, a blind girl. He could have his pick of so many famous actresses, singers or models. Girls that were far more beautiful than you. You couldn't see what you looked like but you knew that there were other girls out there who would kill to be with Harry. He could easily leave you and go to one of them, it was that simple. Harry told you not to dwell on those thoughts but one night, you did and you fell into an abyss of tears.

You crawled into the bathtub and stayed there for an unknown amount of time. Your whole body shook as you sobbed, hot salty tears pouring down your cheeks. He could be with anyone else but me... So why is he dating me? Is it out of pity? Does he pity me? I don't understand why he's with me... I can't see him. I can't see anything... I'm useless. I'm not good enough for him. The negative statements creeped into your head and you couldn't throw them out because you believed them.

When Harry got home, he heard you. He heard the choking loud sobs, so cloggy that it sounded like you were struggling to breathe. He dropped his bag and keys on the floor and bounded up the stairs three at a time, using his long legs to his advantage. He called out your name but you didn't respond. You couldn't hear him over the sounds of your crying. Harry rushed down the corridor, gasping for breath as he pushed the bathroom door open to reveal you sitting in the bathtub, your whole face soaked in tears.

"My love, why are you crying? What's wrong? Did something happen? Tell me, please..." He cupped your face in his hands, searching your eyes worriedly. You looked up, hoping your eyes were on him. You wished you could see him right now but you saw nothing. That only made the tears fall harder. The hyperventilating started and your chest constricted. Everything was too tight, your organs straining. Your heart beated far too fast, your veins bleeding with sadness. You didn't want him to see you like this. You knew you looked a right sobbing mess and you hated having him witness you in this state. It wasn't fair on him.

"Baby, you're scaring me. Talk to me..." Harry whispered. His voice usually comforted you, made you feel safe but in this moment, it made you feel distraught. You could never put his voice to his face because you would never see his face. It terrified you that you would never see the structure of his facial bones, the colour of his eyes or the shape of his lips. The description he had give to you would never fully satisfy you because you wanted to see his face with your own eyes. But from birth, that was doomed.

"W-W-Why are you w-w-with me, Harry?" You asked in a teary voice. You could almost hear his heart break when he realised what you were asking.

"Why would you ask that, baby? Let alone even think it?" He shook his head, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Because I'm not worthy to be with you! I can't see anything! You deserve someone who can see you, who can see the world, who can touch you without accidentally poking you in the eye. I'm...nothing." You choked, lowering your head. Harry was sick that you thought of yourself like that. He couldn't believe you had torn yourself so far down, believing that you didn't deserve him. You shivered as he tucked strands of your hair away from your face, leaning closer to you. You could feel his breath on your skin as his lips touched the corner of your mouth.

"How dare you say that about yourself. Just because you can't see me doesn't mean you don't deserve me. You do deserve me. It's me who doesn't deserve you. You're so strong for someone who is blind. You live life to the fullest and I see that every day. You can hear things I can't hear, smell things I can't smell. You're so angelic and I wish you could see that."

Your bottom lip wobbled as you drank in his words. But are they enough? You weren't sure. Harry pressed his forehead to yours, the tip of his nose brushing aganist yours. You wondered if his eyes were open or closed. You wondered what his facial expression was. All these things made you feel lost.

"It's all so...heavy. I can't handle it, Harry. It's too heavy..." You whispered. The world around you felt too heavy. You couldn't carry it anymore. You had hope before that your life would brighten the day you met someone like Harry and it had. But it also made your world considerably darker. You fell down into your wallowing sorrows more often that you'd care to admit and you wondered how it all got so heavy. The answer was since the day you were brought into this world.

Harry's breathing grew softer as he took hold of your arms and placed them around his neck. He reached into the bathtub and hooked one arm underneath your knees while his other arm went around your back.

"Hold on tight, my love." He murmured and you did, burying your face in his neck as he lifted you up from the bathtub. You were in his arms, bridal-style, being carried as if you weighed little more than a child. In truth, you felt like one. Weak and small. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked out of the bathroom, your body melting into his chest. You had no idea where you were going but you had full trust in Harry. He had never given you a reason not to trust him. From the day you met him, he was the gentlest and most loving soul you had ever come across.

You suddenly felt the familiarity of the bed on your back, the pillow a soft welcoming for your head. Harry's arms were gone from around you and you panicked.

"No! Where are you, Harry?"

"I'm right here, baby. I'm not going anywhere." Harry reassured you, lying on the bed next to you. He turned you on your side and weaved his slender fingers through yours, his gaze on you. He longed for you to see how beautiful you were. With your puffy eyes and tear-stained face, he believed you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed each of your fingers softly, moving his mouth along each millimetre of your skin. The contact of his warm lips made you nervous and the thump of your heart increased in speed. Harry then guided your fingers over his lips, across his cheekbone, around the curve of his ear. He was telling you what he looked like without any words. He was showing you. His skin was as soft as silk and as warm as bath water underneath your fingertips. Feeling him was so pleasurable as an image of the face you though he had filled the corners of your mind. Were his pupils dilated? Was he smirking? Were his dimples engraved in his cheeks? Harry moved your fingers down along his jaw, gliding over his neck where you felt his pulse before going further down. He opened your fingers up and pressed your palm on his skin. There, you felt his heart.

"This is yours, my love. This will always be yours. Everything that I was, everything that I am, everything that I will be, it's yours. I'm yours."

Tears scorched your sightless eyes and your heart swelled with love. You heard the rustle of the sheets before Harry's mouth engulfed yours, his lips tasting the sweet smoothness of yours. You whimpered as your other hand found its way into his hair with no problems. The soft curls fell through your fingers, wanting him to come closer. Harry tasted your tears in the kiss but it in no way ruined the moment. He locked his free arm around your waist, lifting your left leg over his hip. You were fastened together in an embrace, hearts beating in sync as lips moulded into one another. You wanted to stay like this forever. There was no better place than being in Harry's arms. It was cosy and friendly, safe and warm. Just like home.

"You may not see with your eyes, baby. But you see with your heart. And I love that about you." He breathed on your lips. You didn't know what his expression was but you knew his face was incredibly close to yours, his lips just brushing aganist the tip of your nose. You couldn't hold back any longer. With your arm around his neck and your hand over his heart, you initiated a second kiss. It was far more deeper and much more passionate than the first. You took control over Harry, tightening your leg around his hip. You slipped your tongue in between his lips, tangling with his in a fiery dance. You managed to gain enough confidence to roll him onto his back, straddling him as you kissed him ferociously. You loved this man more than anything. He was everything to you and if you were to ever lose him, you would not be able to survive. Without him, your life had no meaning. He was the one who lit up your heart, pierced your soul, guided your eyes. It was all because of him.

"I love you, Harry. So so much." You stated, pulling back. You felt his hands come up to rest on your sides of your face, bringing your chest to his.

"I love you more. Forever, my sweet love." He said and you could sense the smile in his voice so you smiled back. Your smile drove Harry crazy. He longed for you to see how big and warm your smile was, to see how it made him smile even wider. He loved you more than anyone else in the world and he wanted you to believe that. He kissed your lips gently before sighing as you rested your cheek on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, placing his cheek on your forehead. You closed your eyes as his voice filled your ears, your arms wrapped around him tightly, afraid that he would disappear if you let go. Your eyes closed, your body drifting off into a deep sleep as Harry continued to sing.

"It's in your lips and in your kiss.
It's in your touch and your fingertips.
And it's in all the things and other things
That make you who you are and your eyes irresistible."

When he looked down at you, he saw that you were fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down with each breath. He smiled to himself and kissed your forehead, adjusting his body to be in a more comfortable position with you lying on top of him. You may be a blind girl but you were his blind girl. And Harry would never stop loving you. To death and beyond. You had left an imprint on his heart that would never fade. Nothing would break him away from you. Just like you couldn't live without him, he couldn't live without you. You were his endgame and that was final.

Notes

I used to know a blind girl a few years ago and she was so kind. I wrote this for her. It actually struck a chord with me, writing this. I got really emotional. My darling Kal, your request will be up as soon as it's finished!

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