A life without a VISION is a like a man who can see but does not know where he is going. That is what I call psychological blindness. Eyes wide open but does not know his destination.

You're going to have to open your eyes.

I lower my mouth to his and kiss him softly. He closes his eyes and begins to ease his head against the bed. "Keep them open," I whisper, pulling away from his lips. He opens them, regarding me with and intensity that penetrates straight to my core. "I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.