Oops. Here I go again with an unpopular opinion. This isn't a romantic story. This is a book about two people learning how to live. It's a hard subject, but I felt the disabled character was just a prop. He gives the MC purpose, makes her want to go out and seize life. But what about him leading the best life he could live? I thought the story ultimately embodies the idea that there is nothing more to life when you're physically disabled. There were definitely some beautiful and engaging moments, and the writing is very decent, but the takeaway didn't inspire me at all. It didn't fill me with hope for the world. I didn't need a happy ending, but had the book explored the will of humanity to rise above all odds in the midst of suffering--it would have triumphed.