“But how do you love someone like me, I offer nothing but burdens!” Lisa cried. “You deserve the best.”
Lloyd shouted, “I believe I am the best.”
“You really should stop selling yourself short,” he said. “Those scars, you might not see them, but they make you you,” Lloyd said softly.
“You always know what to say. My whole life, I have always wished to see, even just for a day. I wish to see my paintings. Are they what I imagine them to be, are they as good as people say they are or people just pitying the blind girl?” Lisa said. “Now tell me, how do you love someone, who cannot see you?” questioned Lisa.
“You know Lisa, I once asked myself the same question but got no answer. Then I remembered my grandfather’s words Inhliziyo ayiphakelwa, (the heart wants what it wants),” he said. “Let me tell you something, you are the author of your own story.
“Either you write it the way you want, or you will be a character in another person’s story. They are many reasons to smile,, and not having eyesight could be one of them only if you believe in yourself, believe in yourself, Lisa. There is not much more I can do than love you as an individual. Love is blind, Lisa, it does not care about your disability nor burdens, it just loves,” Lloyd said, turning his back and leaving.
Lisa remained alone to swallow the words of the one person who truly loved her. “I love you too,” she murmured.
Three years later
“Love is blind they said, I am blind and I lost the love of my life because of my stubbornness,” Lisa cried. “It does not see and has no care. It really doesn’t see, unfortunately my story has no happy ending as l lost my true love. Love is blind and l am Lisa the blind girl with no limitations.”