I was blind temporarily last night. And it scared the hell out of me.
Late in the evening, after a nerve-racking day at work, I hit the treadmill for half an hour to get the stress—physical, emotional, and psychological—out of me.
But I was irritated when I suddenly felt the need to scratch my skin because it turned itchy. I sat down to cool myself as I was already catching my breath, but the itch spread all over my sweaty body. I looked for my medicine, but I realized I left it at home. I took it as a sign to hail a taxi ride.
As the streetlights along the way home slowly blurs through my vision, I got scared of what might happen to me. What if I lose my sight?
Will I still ever see again your eyes that had always captured my heart or the lips I longed to kiss tenderly?
Will I still have the chance to glance at your once-in-a-blue moon smile that makes me fall further for you?
Will you still consider being with me, knowing I will not be able to be your eyes anymore when we grow old together?
I asked the cab driver to dial my brother’s number to just fetch me at SM Manila. He came rushing towards the taxi where I am. He saw me swelling in my gym attire, with my eyes blood red. He grasped my hand and guided me home. After an hour or so, my normal gaze was restored slowly.
As I closed my eyes last night, I was silently praying that I wake up today with a clear sight.
I still have to gather the courage to tell you how beautiful you are in my eyes.
I have yet to tell you that I wish it is your face I see every time I wake up in the morning.
I long to see your eyes, lips, smile and face beaming true happiness, even without me.
Here I am writing this, because though I can clearly see and write the things that I wanted to show and tell you, I have yet to muster the courage to say them.
– ed’s note:
“But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart…”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery