Changed My Life

A blind man called me beautiful once.
how could you see beauty with the curse of closed eyes yet open eyelids, I uttered as his wrinkled hands contiued to trace a picture frame that lied in his lap
My curiousity finally over struct me, I looked over, theres a girl  standing, looking as vibrant as the flowers that bloomed around her, smile almost brighter then the sun at the corner of the photo.
he continued to utter the word beautiful as he placed his hand directly under my collar bone, such a gesture struck tears in my eyes
He told me he felt the same vibrance and beauty in the gaps of my heart beat as his daughter in the photo before she died.
A blind man called me beautiful once.