“How do you know its
real love? And that it’ll last?” Jennifer asked her godmother that question
as she was putting on the veil of her wedding dress.
Her godmother smiled at her and wrapped her arms around her.
“I asked that very question too on my
“There is no single
answer. It depends on the things you are willing to do for the person you love.
Acts that go beyond yourself. That demonstrate you value something more than
your own person”.
Jennifer looked at her godmother, her thoughts wandering.
“I’ll tell you a story,”
her godmother began.
“There was an emerging
photographer who was out on a photoshoot session one day. A beautiful young
girl walked through his set at the very moment he clicked and captured her on
film. He couldn’t get her image out of his mind. He was fixated on her gaze as
she wondered off in a hurry. It penetrated him and remained with him so strongly
he desperately needed to see her again. He searched and found her later that
week in the hair salon where she worked. He conveniently forgot his cap there,
so she in turn found his studio in order to return it to him. He asked her to
pose for him for a few shots. She didn’t know it at the time, but he published
her photos in a well-known magazine that brought him further recognition for
Their encounter was
brief but it changed their lives forever.
She was happy by his
side. He made her laugh and she loved him for it.
She loved playing in
front of his camera. And he always managed to capture the perfect pose,
enclosing her beauty and charm in a single shot.
But one day, when she
went into the dark room to get some film which he needed, a bottle of
developing agent fell onto her head and into her eyes. She was rushed to the
He ran by her side,
sweating with agony at the thought of losing her. At the thought that something
might happen to her.
The doctors said her
pupils were destroyed irreparably and the only way to see again was if she got
an eye transplant.
Would you give up your
eyes for someone else? Would you forsake ever seeing anything ever again,
simply so the person you love can spend their life viewing the world? Could you
feel a love so strong and profound that you would voluntarily hand over one of
your main senses to someone else?
He never even thought
about it. To him there was no need to discuss it either. It was a conscious
decision it took just seconds to make.
In the operation room,
he was lying next to her, holding her hand. His eyes wide open, his last memory
was flashing before him. It was his last adrenaline-rush ride at full throttle
on his cherished motorcycle before he handed over its keys to a random
caretaker. He was giving up one love to save another. Tears were streaming down
his face. The doctor told him to take his time. He needed to stop crying for
the operation to continue.
He said he was OK. He
turned around to look at her one last time. To capture her figure, her lines,
her face, so that he could remember her forever. Just before the anesthetic
kicked in, his gaze turned towards her, imprinting in his mind her image to
last an eternity.
She woke up and saw
light. After days in the darkness, the glimmers of sunrays hurt her eyes. But
she could make out the people standing in front of her. Family and friends who
came to wish her well.
He wasn’t among them.
She thought he had
She didn’t know that
he had condemned himself to darkness in order to give her light.
She wasn’t aware that
he loved her so much, he gave up his eyes for her. That it mattered more to him
to make her happy even if it meant losing something he valued.
Can you imagine a love
so great and perfect that it would mean more to you to see your partner happy
regardless of if it destroyed you? That would make the other’s happiness your
priority? That would erase every trace of egoism from your actions?
What if there was one
person like that for each of us? And we spend our whole lives searching for
them? Someone who would love us so deeply they would literally give up a part
of them for our own wellbeing? Selflessly and unconditionally”.
Jennifer was fighting back the tears. She was deeply moved
by her godmother’s story, which was interrupted by the sound of her godfather’s
white cane sounding at the door.
She had been told he was left blind after an accident.
Only now did she realise he wasn’t the one who had suffered
the accident. Her godmother was.
He gave up her eyes for her. And in doing so gave her the