Whenever my older sister would bring over a "friend that's a boy" to our house, my mother would do what i call her "5 second scan". After they disappeared around the corner my mother would say; "Well, I guess love is blind!"

I've always wondered whether or not the saying "love is blind" holds any value. Maybe in theory blind love makes sense to us, but when practiced, pulls the rug from beneath. But, if love is blind doesn't that mean that, we, the beholder of that love are blindly in love as well? Or, does it mean that when we behold that love, we are able to see past the obscure, past the theatrical, past the grotesque and only see what's in front of us? Perhaps love isn't blind. Maybe love has its own particular point of view. With it, we can see what we wish to see in others. Love demands our point of view, then transfigures it. Without it, we wouldn't be able to see at all.