There was a time he could see – when his eyes followed her every morning, when he carried love in silence, watching her choose someone else while he stayed behind, loving her quietly. Then life dimmed his world, an accident stole his sight, but not his memories of her. Years later, he walked down a crowded street, blind, guided only by his heart, when the wind carried her fragrance again. He heard her laugh – still childish, still pure, heard her speaking to her baby, her voice filled with the same warmth he once adored in secret. He stopped, tears hidden behind closed eyes, and whispered into the emptiness, "You’re still so damn beautiful… maybe I was born to love you even when I can’t see you." And he sat there, letting her laughter fill his darkness, feeling her like a memory that refused to fade.