Where Love Begins

I was standing at the edge of the road, waiting to cross, when I saw them: a blind couple, hand in hand. The man walked on the outer side, placing himself between his wife and the traffic. She clutched his arm tightly, full of trust.

He had a large basket balanced on his head. He was selling something.. One hand held the basket steady. The other held the hand of his wife. It stunned me how he balanced his work, his movement, and his marriage, all in silence, all at once. Neither of them could see the world around them, yet they walked like they were led by something stronger than sight.

I watched them disappear down the street, and for a moment, I stood completely still.

It hit me quietly but deeply: life is so precious.

Our eyes — they’re a miracle.

We use them every day to judge, to compare, to chase… and yet we so often fail to see the beauty that’s right in front of us.

That couple saw more than most people do with perfect vision. I felt something shift in me. I had been holding onto ideas of love that were shallow. I had been chasing people who weren’t even interested, believing that I had to be seen to be loved. But in that moment, I realized: love doesn’t always come from being seen. Sometimes it comes from being felt.

They reminded me that love isn’t always dramatic or loud.

Sometimes, it’s just a hand on your arm.

Sometimes, it’s choosing to walk on the traffic side.

Sometimes, it’s trust in the dark.

That day was a beginning for me, not in romance but in faith.

Faith that love exists. That it’s quiet. And that one day, I’ll find a love that doesn’t need to see me, just hold me.

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