Making Sense of Love

One day, when I was 15 years old I had an accident which caused me to slowly start to lose my sight. When the world finally went black, at 17, I was terrified. I couldn't make sense of the world anymore, I couldn't remember what my family's faces looked like. My best friend had died in the accident. Worst of all, I could no longer paint, the one thing that had always helped me cope with life. Well that's what I thought at first. I wouldn't pick up a paint brush again until I was 21. I felt like I can see through each stroke of the brush I could feel again. I was regaining my life again. I was content, and had come to terms with the fact that I can no longer see. It never once crossed my mind that I would one day do something as normal as fall in love.