You know I never believed that love is blind.

Literally speaking, I see more clearly when there is light. Mornings are more beautiful to me, because I see the sunrise as a glittering jewel that floats up from the east. Sunsets create a more nostalgic feel upon the earth descending into peaceful darkness. The open fields are more vibrant, the urban settings more lively, the safety of our home more alive. You've always known that in spite of the way I tend to wake up late, I always loved the daytime. Because everything is filled with so much light.

I appreciate the nights during a full moon. During darker evenings, I appreciate the stars because they shine brighter. The world to me is a beautiful place to live in because there is light shining over it. And it only got better when I met you.

You are the first light I see in the morning, and during the rare instances that I wake up before the sun rises, your pale blonde hair is the first light I see. It only gets better the soonest your sleepy eyes open and show me a pair of the most beautiful blue irises I've ever seen. Seeing your eyes never fail to brighten up my days. Your pearly smile could blind a person, and whoever got blind because of it surely won't complain.

Because you Elsa... you're the most beautiful light this world ever had.

You kind of hate it when I tell you that during date nights. You say that it's really cheesy, but your blush gives away the fact that you love it anyway.

"I love you."

When you say those three words, it's like the darkness and the shadows are all just a part of myth. Cliche as it may sound, you're the light of my world Elsa. You're the love that makes me see things more clearly. With you here, the world is suddenly a brighter place, and if I was ever blind to the simple things that make life complete, I can say that now I finally see them.

I thank God every day that He made me your man.

I also thank Him for our everyday morning routine. Another reason why I've always loved mornings.

The first best place I love seeing you in is when you're beside me in bed. It's either you'd kiss me (hotly, if I might add) or tickle me awake. And then you'd drag my lazy butt off the bed and tell me I'm thirty minutes late for work when it's only five in the morning. (Honestly, I hate it when you do that... but you make for it when you promise really delicious things when the day is over).

The second best place I like seeing you in is when you're in the kitchen. Maybe it's because when you are in your royal blue apron and floral beige dress, you beat the daylight to it's brightness. Your brows are scrunched together in concentration as you chop three tomatoes and a few onions along with other queer mixtures of reds and greens that I always loved to see and consume in my omelet. I always take this opportunity to sneak up on you, plant a naughty kiss at the nape of your neck, nibble on your ear. And then you'd slap my arm with a spatula, and your face would burn a bright cherry red.

While I got ready for work, purposely humming off-key in the shower, I know you're doing the laundry I kept promising I'd do the day before. My suits are always as new as the day you bought them. Sometimes I fear my female co-workers would pine after me because of how polished you make me looked everyday. But they said that a woman doesn't love her man if his clothes smelled like crap all the time. I guess you prove your love to me by making my clothes smell like a bed full of lemons all the time.

When I leave for work, I can't help but look back at our front porch everytime I'm eight yards away from home. Only forty seconds outside of our house and I already miss seeing you smile. And you would laugh, and the neighbors and passer bys would give you a weird look, and you'd shoo me away with a wave and a flying kiss.

It was different this morning.

Today was one of those rare instances that I woke up before you. When I kissed you awake, you pushed me away. Did I do something wrong?

For some reason you couldn't tell which was salt or pepper. You almost chopped the ball of cheese thinking it was an apple. And you poured soy-sauce on my coffee. Are you mad at me, Elsa?

When I went out of the shower, there was a burn on my office polo. And it's white fabric had red and blue stains on it. If something's the matter, please tell me.

"I'm fine," you say coldly. I notice the way your hand tends to cop a feel of your surroundings.

I'm not stupid. I know when a person isn't doing fine.

"You don't seem fine," I tell you. "I'm taking you to the doctor."

"That won't be necessary," you quickly reply. "Shouldn't you be off Jackson?"

Your grip is hard as you led me out to the door. For the first time since our marriage, you shut the door in my face as soon as I was out of the house.

You didn't see me off when I reached past eight yards off the curb.

... ... ...

I didn't want you worrying about me. Because you are the light of my world Jack.

Because if I ever hear a frown in that voice of yours, then I know you're not wearing the conceited smile that made me fall head over heels in love with you. Knowing that you are wearing that smile is enough reassurance that I am not completely robbed of the light. Because light is leaving me Jack. I'm losing my sight. I'm going blind.

I don't even understand what the problem is... with my eyes I mean.

When the doctor explained what the problem was with my eyes, all I understood was that it was too late to cure it, because I refused earlier treatment and that blindness was inevitable. I get scared walking home because I refused a cane countless times. But I wanted to stay strong and become the perfect wife you deserve to have.

Because you are the most charming, most considerate, most loving husband any woman could have.

There were times, when passing by the nearby pedestrian lane after the curb, my vision fails me. Sometimes I see, sometimes I don't. It's like a lightbulb going on and off in slow motion, and I know amidst the shifts in light and darkness, all eyes are on me, fearing for my life as vehicles big and small make their clumsy effort to prevent my death.

When I almost got run over by an ambulance of all vehicles, that was when my friend from work finally called you and told you my problem in spite of all my bribes and protests.

You didn't frown because I was going blind. You frowned because I refused to tell you, becuase I refused your help.

How do I know? I could hear it in your voice when you said, "Let's go home, Elsa."

"I'm sorry, Jack." It's an apology that pertains to many things.

"I know."

Blindness isn't my nightmare. Being a burden is my nightmare.

So forgive me when I treat you coldly when I refuse to let you pass me the butter. Forgive me if some of your clothes are colored blue instead of red everytime I salvage them out of the drier. Forgive me if I refuse your comforting kisses in the mornings. Forgive me if, in the days to come, I'll only be your weight instead of your wife. I know that in time this life will wear you down and you'll have to go and find another woman to fill my shoes. And that's what I want Jack. No matter how much it pains me with the thought of you with another woman, I'd rather you be the pampered husband you deserve to be than a blind woman's caretaker.

I don't want your pity, I just want you to smile.

I'll never see you smile again.

"Morning, beautiful! What's for breakfast."

"The usual monstrosity that is your omelet."

"Ah. You really do know me."

But this horrible, horrible truth did not deter me from being the wife you deserve to have. While I still can, I will still kiss you awake in the mornings. Even if my lips miss their target, so long as it's the skin of my husband I am kissing, I know that I am content. I learn my way to the kitchen, use my other senses to tell which one was salt or pepper, or which fruits were apples or oranges. I'll still cook that weird food you call beakfast and try my best not to mistake the soy sauce with milk like I did last time. I can still do the laundry, because I know that your colored clothes smell like flowers, your whites smell like lemons, your denim pants rough to the touch... I'll find my way through everything eventually.

And I did.

"You'll be okay walking on your own to work?"

"Jack, I may be blind, but I have a cane and a pair of ears. I'll be fine."

"Hmmm, you're sure?"

"Yup. I already know my way around the neigborhood. And you have work."

"Well... you can still..."

"And I can draw floor plans again. I showed my stuff to Anna. She said I can still draw."

"Amazing! As expected from my wife. She is the most awesome woman in the world after all."

'Shut up and just go to work, Jack. I love you."

And for the following days, our routine was both the same and never the same. I can still cook your meals, and wash your clothes, and see you off when you go to work. Except... I can't really see anymore.

But knowing that you will face the day with a smile is enough to keep me pressing on. Because I love you very much.

"I love you too."

When you say those four words, it's as if I've never been blinded at all.

I thank God everyday that He made me your woman.

... ... ...

I used to believe that love isn't blind. When you say that love is blind, it is both true and not true.

Because I still believe that love causes ones eyes to open up to the things that really matter. Love brings forth truth, shuns deceit, brings out goodness and all those other stuff romantic poets keep ranting on about.

But I also learned that love is indeed blind. Not blind in the sense most people percieve it to be. Love is blind to hatred, blind to imperfections, blind to hardships and blind to inconveniences. Love chooses not to keep record of any wrongdoings, is compassionate, and is selfless. It makes you blind to your own needs, and esteems others needs above yours.

If I thought I knew enough about love before, now you have proved me wrong.

Because now, I do know that I really and truly love you.

I don't really say it, but when you wake up in the morning when you think you were the first to rise, I finally break out of that oversleeping habit to see you sound asleep before sunrise. In the darkness when you are at peace, I know that light dances behind your eyelids by way of peaceful dreams. When you finally open your eyes, and though I know you can't see me, I find myself feeling more entranced by them. Because even in the darkness, you still look at me with the same reverence a woman has for her husband and it's tearing me up inside.

When you rise in the morning to make breakfast, instead of being the freeloading idiot that I am, I watch you skillfully cutting vegetables like you were never blind at all. You might not know it, but you still mistake the salt with pepper... so I open the lids without you knowing so you'd know which was which. Stubborn Elsa, you just refuse to let me help you. So I'll just help you in secret.

You wonder how the laundry seemed to be done faster now huh? That's because I cut my shower time by a few minutes, so I'd be able to help you separate the whites from the colored ones. It amazes me how you were able to tell which was which. I try to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible... because I like to see you like this. Now I know that even when I'm not around, your laundry-inspired love is done with so much care in spite of what you are now.

I don't actually go past forty yards when you see me out anymore. You didn't know that I took a different job closer to your workplace. I wait for you when you finally leave the house, trailing you a few steps behind, walking in front of you a few steps forward. Pedestrian lanes never drove me crazy until when you start crossing the street, and I'm like a volunteer traffic enforcer whenever you cross one street to another.

You never knew that during my thirty minute breaks, I go to your office to watch you work. I tell your co-workers to keep mum about this, because I didn't want them spoiling my fun. I love watching you work, making cool blueprints for residential houses and commercial buildings with ease. Even your boss is impressed. And I've never felt more proud to have you as my wife.

I walk you home, and I'm like a dog loyally guiding his owner to her destination. But you don't know this, and I don't plan on letting you know. When you reach the forty yard mark close to our house, I let you walk on ahead, because this is when I know you can do this all on your own. Heck, you've been doing everything alone, Elsa. But I can't let you do everything alone, because I'm your husband.

Because you're not the only one who's blind you see. I'm kind of a blind person myself.

I'm blind to the idea that you are a burden to me. Because you are not.

"Welcome home, Jack. How was work?"

I shrug, wearing a secretive smile which for some reason you know I am wearing, "Oh, you know. The usual."

"You sound like you had a really good day." you reply, wearing that sly grin I fell in love with.

"I did." I tell you. "I had a really good day."

Because you are the light of my world, Elsa. And with you, the world is suddenly a brighter place.

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A/N: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.

This oneshot was inspired by a Christian video about love and marriage... although I kind of forgot what the link was. (I will post it in my profile once I find it again) This is a prompt requested by the lovely MischeivousRose, so I hope this was to your liking dearie. :3

A shoutout to WritingMage by the way. This user sent me a very inspiring PM that really gave me the push I needed to finish this oneshot along with all my other stories.

Uhm, well... hope you guys liked this. Leave a review on your way out. :D