I can't tell him.

At least, not now. Not when things between us are getting better and better, when I just enjoy sniffing his curly hair and hold him in my arms every night and day. Waking up, seeing his amber eyes staring with love at my sleeping face. I love everything of him, and I'm afraid I will lose everything if I tell him what is going on with me.

Have you ever felt like waking up and you can't even see the face of the one you love on a beautiful morning?

It's heart wrenching. I panicked when it gets more vague day by day.

I know what is going on. The doctor told me when I first found out and went to him.

I'm afraid. Then how would he be?

Knowing that one day I'll go blind.