Being blind, the world often feels like a lonely place. I can’t see the smiles or the caring eyes of those around me, and sometimes, that makes me feel unloved.
I navigate life with sounds and scents, finding my way with the help of small, familiar things around me. But there’s always a little ache in my heart, a longing for warmth and connection, for someone to show me that I’m not alone.
I listen closely to the laughter of children, the gentle voices of passersby, hoping one day someone will stop and see me for who I am beyond my blindness. I may not see, but I feel—deeply. I sense the kindness in someone’s voice, the warmth of a gentle touch, and it means the world to me. I know I’m different, but all I really need is a little bit of love, a small reminder that my life has meaning.
The days pass in soft shades of quiet and darkness, but I find joy in the small things. The soft breeze, the scent of freshly cut grass, the touch of a caring hand, all bring me comfort. I know that there are kind souls out there, and I hold onto the hope that one day someone will choose to see past my blindness and show me the kindness I crave.
I don’t need much—just a gentle touch, a warm voice, a bit of companionship to fill my world with warmth. I may not see the faces of those around me, but I can feel their hearts, and that’s all I need to know I’m loved. My blindness is only a small part of who I am; inside, I have so much love to give.
So, to anyone who sees me, I hope you look beyond my eyes and see my heart. All I wish for is a bit of kindness, a touch of understanding, and the chance to feel truly loved, even if I can’t see it with my own eyes.
