Chapter 34: The Return of LoveHe held my hand and did not let go.
“You really came back? Have you forgiven me?” he asked softly.
“I never blamed you,” I said. “I have always loved you.”
He closed his eyes, and tears rolled gently down his cheeks. We walked together into his small house.
Everything was simple, but my heart felt steady and full.
I began to care for him—cooking, reading aloud, being near.
He was no longer alone, and I was no longer wandering. His eyes could not see, but he saw into my heart.
He said my voice was his light, and my love was his sight.
Our souls, like two rivers, had finally come together.
We no longer needed the outside world to prove our happiness. A few months later, we were married in a quiet country church.
There was no grand ceremony—only the deepest vow.
St. John did not come, but he sent a letter full of blessings.
I knew he too had found his own path. We lived quietly together, our days simple but full.
Years later, some of his sight returned.
When he first saw my face again, he wept.
I cried too—but this time, they were tears of joy. | 
