That’s what the world made him believe.
Cast aside. Unwanted. Invisible to the very world he longed to be part of.

Born blind, and with a face that didn’t fit society’s idea of “cute,” he was never given a chance. People looked past him in the shelter. Some winced. Others whispered. No one stopped to see the soul behind the scars.

And so, in the corner of a cold kennel, he waited… and waited.
“Everyone hates me,” his silence seemed to say.
“No one will ever love me.”

But then—someone did.
Not because of how he looked. Not despite it either.
But because of the quiet beauty in those eyes that had never seen light — yet still shone with hope.

Those gentle eyes had witnessed abandonment, felt rejection, known loneliness.
And still, they softened at a human’s touch.
Still, they trusted.
Still… they loved.

He may never see your face, but he feels your presence in every heartbeat. He knows love not by sight, but by warmth. And in a world that once made him feel worthless, he’s become proof that the most broken souls often carry the deepest love.

Because true beauty was never in what he lacked — It was always in the love he never stopped giving.