But at times I get tired of her. And then there is this constant headache. But I am also taking care of her. You see, I don't want to hurt her at all: because I will have tough time living without her. When I think I think through her thick lens. I am forced to see what she sees. In this sense I am losing my personality. But some people think I am better off without her. Again, I cannot let her go. I need her.

I clearly remember how I met her one fateful afternoon.

I was scanning through the Internet when something happened. The computer screen blacked out. Everything faded. But when I slowly regained my sight, I found out my eyes could not see some distant objects that they were so used to seeing. The next moment I found myself visiting an ophthalmologist. And that's when I ran onto her. Since then I have been faithful to her except during the three years at the college when I deserted her completely only to discover that I need her again, for the rest of my life. 

Please let your ophthalmologist test your eyes so that you can avoid wearing thick lenses later. Not that mine are thick though.