The Blindhearted Boyfriend

For five years, I loved a man who couldn't see me. Then, right before our wedding, a miracle happened: Ewing got his sight back.
I stood before him, a playful smile on my face, my best friend Sophia by my side. I wanted him to guess which one of us was his fiancée.
Without a moment's hesitation, he chose Sophia.
When our friends asked him why, he just blinked and then laughed.
"Come on," he said. "My Tina could never be ugly."

1
The moment the bandages came off, the air in the room grew still, thick with anticipation. Everyone held their breath.
I watched as Ewing, overwhelmed, pulled his friends into a series of tight, grateful hugs. Then, his eyes scanning the room, he asked the question I’d been dying to hear.
"Where's Tina?"
A warmth spread through my chest. The first thing he wanted after regaining his sight… was me.
Finally, his gaze found me by his hospital bed, tears of joy streaming down my face. As our eyes met, I took Sophia’s hand and pulled her up to stand beside me, my own tears still shimmering.
Ewing had become incredibly sensitive to sounds during his blindness. Last night, Sophia and I had practiced, perfecting our vocal tones to match. The plan was simple: stand before him together, a little game to see if he could pick out the woman who had been his entire world for five long years.
We spoke in unison, our voices intertwining.
"Guess which one of us is your Tina?"
"Guess which one of us is your Tina?"
It was meant to be a harmless joke, a sweet test. After all, even though we’d only met after his accident, I had poured five years of my life into his care. We had built a love story from scratch, learning each other’s souls in the dark. Everyone, myself included, was certain he would know me in an instant.
Ewing’s eyes flickered over my face. For a split second, I saw him pause, a flicker of confusion in his expression.
Then, his gaze settled on Sophia, and a brilliant, confident smile—the one I knew so well—lit up his face.
"Tina," he said, his voice full of warmth as he reached for her. "Come here. Let me hold you."

2
Ewing once told me, his words slurred with alcohol, about the accident. He’d been on his way to win back his ex-girlfriend when he crashed. A blood clot pressed against his optic nerve, plunging his world into darkness.
His ex never visited. Not once.
After that, Ewing had sealed himself off from the world, his personality becoming a minefield of unpredictable moods. No one dared to get close.
Until me.
At the time, I was in the hospital for my own reasons, my face a canvas of bruises and cuts from… an incident. Ewing’s room was right next to mine. In his world of darkness, he was the only person who couldn't judge me for my appearance. He was quiet, a handsome statue of a man, and I turned him into my reluctant confidant, my emotional sounding board.
Eventually, my constant chatter wore him down. He finally spoke to me, and one sentence turned into a conversation, a friendship, and then… love.
As I helped him open his heart again, his old friends slowly trickled back into his life.
Now, in this sterile white room, as he called my best friend by my name, a heavy silence fell over everyone. The air crackled with unspoken awkwardness.
One of his friends, sensing the impending disaster, quickly pulled me in front of Ewing, trying desperately to salvage the situation, to protect the last shreds of my dignity.
"Ewing, man, you're just messing with her, right? Trying to scare her a little before the big surprise? That’s a risky move, dude. Not the best way to win a girl’s heart."
Ewing’s gaze fell on me again, truly looking this time. I met his eyes, a desperate hope fluttering in my chest.
A slow, dismissive smile curved his lips. "You guys, stop playing around. I may have never seen Tina, but I’ve painted a picture of her in my mind a thousand times. And my Tina… she could never be ugly."

3
Such a casual, dismissive sentence.
To him, this was all just a joke. There wasn't even a trace of anger on his face, only amused certainty. He was utterly convinced that the woman he’d loved for five years, the woman he was about to marry, had to be beautiful.

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