Today I’m blind. My glasses disappeared between taking them off last night and waking up this morning, which makes zero sense in my mind. But then again, it is me and I’m capable of losing just about everything, everywhere, anytime.

That being said, am so glad I have another pair of eyes who can find all my lost things, (phones, keys, purses, pizza pans, everything in my fridge that isn’t on the front of the shelf, and my senses, usually), and if worse comes to worse, tells me he’ll find it later and drives me to work and gives me his lunch.

I don’t know how I can be loved so much.