When you love someone, you'll do everything in your power to protect them. The world is a bitter place full of obstacles and tests. In order to pass those tests, you have to surpass the obstacles within yourself. Once you break down those obstacles, you have a clearer, purer view of the world, of people around you. Egocentrism withers, making it easier to focus on others. Not everyone has worked through their obstacles, though. It's not always pretty when you run into those people. They have a tendency to cast shadows over your happy moments. But, in order to protect the one person who means everything to you, you have to keep them away from the dark. The world is sour; it's up to you to make your own story sweet.
Speaking of sweet, when the love of your life walks into the living room, dressed like an adorable Eskimo, asking you to take her out for dinner on one of the coldest days the year has had, you can't help but say yes. The smile on her face pulls at my heart strings, man.
"Let *kiss* me *kiss* get *kiss* dressed *kiss*." I can't help but steal as many kisses as I can when she looks this adorable.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't mind, baby, preferably somewhere with braille menus."
"I already typed out my favorite orders, anywhere is fine." I grin ear to ear, because, of course she's already typed her favorite orders. That's just who she is. She's my San, my adorably quirky, shy, feisty San.
"Let's go eat, baby." I slide her order into my wallet for safe keeping, and hold my left hand out for her right hand so she can hold her walking cane with her left.
I'm used to the stares I get when we take walks. They're the same kind of stares we used to get when we were still in high school. They look at her with pity, and I'm so thankful that she can't see those looks. They should look at her in awe, not pity. She is so much more than her inability to see. I guess she can sense my insecurity, because she grips my hand tighter and rests her head against my arm.
"You're the best girlfriend. They're just staring because you're pretty."
I snort out a short laugh because my girl's intuition is impeccable. "I love you, San."
"I love you, too, B."
We're greeted at the entrance of the restaurant, and, for the most part, the atmosphere is welcoming. But, I'm a little on edge as I see a group of teenagers a few tables over. I try not to show my anxiety as I take her coat and lay it in the booth next to me. She collapses her cane and sets it next to her, still unaware of the teenagers' presence. I'm grateful for that. When the waiter asks questions, he speaks directly to me. It's frustrating because people don't realize how brilliant she is. I wish they could understand that her eyes might be broken, but her brain is magnificent.
"What are you in the mood for tonight, baby?" I ask, hoping that the waiter gets the hint. He does, and I'm pleased.
I giggle as she arranges her food in certain positions. I asked her why she arranges her food. She said it helps her visualize what things look like so she doesn't have to search around the table. It's so simple, but it's so her and I can't help but appreciate it.
"What are you giggling at, Britt?" She asks around a smile.
"You're cute." I say as I reach across the table and hold her right hand. She blushes and takes a mouthful of food.
"How was work, baby?" Her genuine curiosity about my day never fails to make me swoon.
"It was great. I think the class is really excited about my new choreography." I explain to her that I get to choreograph and teach a dance to various age groups.
"Oh, baby, that's so amazing. You'll have to show me what you created."
"It's a date. How was your day?" I ask as a caress her hand with my thumb.
"It was exciting. We got a new shipment of typewriters. They gave me one to try out, and I can't wait to show you." She's so cute when she's excited.
"I can't wait to see it, baby. Maybe we can run by the store to get more paper on the way home?" Sometimes, we curl up on the couch and she teaches me how to use her new technology. Or, I take her hands and guide her through some rough choreography before I take it to work the next day. Other nights we spend with friends and family. I don't mind how we spend our time, as long as I'm surrounded by people who love us.
"That sounds great, B." She caresses my hand back.
We're drawn out of our conversation by the sound of the teenagers' laughter. They're making snobby comments, and I can tell she's already heard them. She's wriggling in her seat, head hung low. It breaks my heart. No one deserves to hear they're not worth being loved. A part of me wants to write it off as them being stupid teenagers, but I know that no one should ever think it's okay to belittle someone.
"How about we go to the store for your paper, and then you can teach me how to use your new keyboard?" I say as I kiss the back of her hand, desperately trying to distract her.
I stand up to help her with her coat, and I put her cane in my purse. She knows I won't let her run into anything.
I wish I could protect her from sour words and people like I can protect her from physical objects. But, I know everything will be okay when she grips my hand and nuzzles her nose against my cheek. She knows I love her.