September 3, 1987

The light had shined upon my face waking me. I’d always loved be waken by the light. Especially how the light always is bright enough to wake me in the early hours so I could sneak out and run down the pasture to get to the river crossing to see him before he left for town.

Gods he did have the utterly most beautiful ocean blue eyes. That always seemed to hold me captive. I’d been sneaking out for the past few months now. Just to see him. Momma and daddy wouldn’t approve, that’s why they didn’t know.

One morning while watching him I had accidentally fallen into the river screeching for help he jumped in without a second thought. He’d helped me. Every since then we’d meet in the early mornings talking about the most random yet fascinating topics.

But this morning. This morning was different.

September 4, 1987

I hadn’t know what was wrong yesterday morning. Something was just. Different.

The light wakened me this morning just on time. Yet the outside seemed more gloomy. Less clear.

I still ran down the pasture to the river crossing and there he was in all the glory he holds. Waiting. For me. I ran towards him. He opened his arms and I fell straight into them. His scent taking over my entire being.

Slowly but steadily he let me loose to look me in his eyes. But unlike they usually are. They’re less clear. More blurry. Smudge is what others would call it.

His eyes looked smudged. Yet he had a big smile on his face, like nothing felt or looked different.

September 5, 1987

Today something was very different. Again everything was smudged but a little more this time. Yet. I got up and met him by the rivers crossing. He looked at me differently though.

Confusion had taken place on his face. “Have your eyes always had that greish green spot in them?” He asked. “I would think so.” I replied.

Was this the first time he’d actually looked me in the eyes? No. That’s not it. He’s always complemented on them. How he loved that they represented a milk chocolate bar. It always made me smile.

As I left today, worry was the expression he’d worn.

September 6, 1987

This morning I’d waken to my momma banging on the door. “Nicky…..Nicky it’s time to get up.” She yelled. What’s does she mean it’s time to wake. It’s barely morning. But I was wrong. It was mid afternoon. I had miss seeing my ocean blue eyed man.

My vision. Everything was blurry. “Mamma.” I had yelled in a frantic voice. “Pappa.” I called afterwards. They’d both bustled into my bedroom. “What wrong.” They both said in rhythm.

“Everything’s blurry.” I said my voice cracking as I did. They had ushered me to the car.

We had arrived at the doctors office. My parents were frantically explaining to the doctor what I’d said not to long ago. He’d asked about my symptoms. Of course I’d told him the little smudging I’d seen but wasn’t worried. Maybe my eyes had been groggy.

That wasn’t the case. I guess my sight has slowly changed. Disappeared.

September 7, 1987

I’d forgotten to fill you guys in on the rest of what the doctor said yesterday. He’d talked about surgeries and methods to bring back my sight, but we all know it mostly won’t work.

He said I had about a week. Till my sight was fully gone. But the entire time. I only thought about my ocean blue eyed man. I’d never get to see those gorgeous eyes again. Never get to feel the comfort I felt when staring into them.

That wasn’t the moment I had realized I need to tell mama and papa. So I did. They listened. The fought. But they gave me my wish.

They’ll let me look into those ocean blue eyes one more time for the day. So tomorrow I would spend the day looking into them.

September 8, 1987

He had showed up. With a smile that could light up the world. His dimples showed even more today. A glisten laid in his eyes when mine met his.

His arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Gods I could live like this.

We’d spent the day talking. Me mostly staring into his eyes while listening to his gruff but velvety voice.

Night had fallen. Soon afterwards we had watched the stars. We’d spend the rest of my eye sight seeing days this way. Or that’s what I hope for.

5 years later

September 8, 1992

Five years to this day. I had lost my sight. That night turned out to be the last night of my sight, but also a new beginning for me.

My ocean blue eyed man had proposed to me. I said yes.

We had a lovely wedding although I couldn’t see I just knew. We’d spent days to months to years trying to figure a way for my sight to come back. Finally we found a surgeon who specialized in sight surgeries. We took our Chance. It was the best chance we had ever taken. My sights back. And I cannot express the amount of emotion I’d felt to see my ocean blue eyed man once again.

He had stayed through the rough and soft. And I love him for that.

Thank you for reading.