Sometimes I wonder what would hurt more, lose my legs or the love of my life.Somehow I had to lose one to win the other, and this made me a person with a heart full of pain and anger, envy boiled in my veins, resentment had taken hold in every cell of my body, and when I realized that there was no life left inside me but me and my sheets.However I did not expect him to appear and I could bring hope and joy. It seemed like some kind of magic that made my heart overflow with the most naive happiness, he did not see my disability, he could look through me and see something I did not even see.It was this great love that completed me, I could have lost my legs, but I won a lot more, I won the other half that was missing from me.