Dear Little Deaf Boy

Jasper's voice was like waiting for a rain storm during a drought. You got excited when the clouds got grey hoping the skies would open and unleash the quench to your thirst. Even a cool breeze was a tease. And every time Jasper opened his mouth it was a tease. It was that single drop of water coming out a leaking facet.

Yet, it wasn't enough.

He was mine, My Dear Little Deaf Boy

I know you see me. I know you can see me call out for your attention. I know you can feel my heart pound and my shaky hands as I come near you.

But you don't have to be able to hear to understand these three words.

I love you.

Do you hear me now?