Emma and Ryan had now been talking for a week.
Every night, they shared stories, laughed at silly jokes, and even comforted each other during tough moments.
Yet, there was one thing they hadn't shared—photos or video calls.
One evening, Emma brought it up.
"Ryan… why don't we exchange pictures?" she asked hesitantly.
There was a pause.
Ryan's voice sounded gentle, careful.
"Emma… maybe we should wait. I mean… I want to know your heart first, not just how you look."
Emma thought about it. She smiled softly.
"That actually sounds nice," she said. "I want to know you… not just see you."
Ryan laughed lightly. "I'm glad you understand."
For the first time, Emma realized how different this felt from other conversations she had before.
She wasn't curious about his looks, his style, or his smile.
She was curious about him—the person inside.
Ryan, on the other side, felt his heart lighten.
He had a secret that scared him—a truth he hadn't shared yet.
He was blind. He had been afraid that if Emma knew, she might leave.
But somehow, hearing her words, he felt a little braver.
"Emma," he said softly, "I want to tell you something… soon. But not yet. Can we just enjoy these talks a little longer?"
Emma didn't press.
"I'd like that," she said.
They ended the call that night feeling closer than ever.
Emma lay on her bed, smiling at the ceiling.
Ryan sat in his quiet room, feeling the same warmth.
No pictures. No faces. Only hearts.
And slowly, they were learning that love doesn't always need eyes to see.