Quiet Little French Girl. [h.s.]

Honest Words; Fairytales.

Dear Mama and Evelyn,

I know my reasoning for coming to the United Kingdom is a soft subject and I want to thank you both for everything you have done for me, and for the constant support that you provide me with. You have both done so much for me, sacrificed so much for me, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

The idea of me having a diary was a good one, it really helps. Something that's so private and personal that no one else can read. It's good for me, it allows me to speak my mind without being afraid, and I know that I can look back on it for positive thoughts and to remind myself of all the good things that are happening in my life.

The past three years here have been difficult. Having to acclimatise to a completely new culture and way of life. The way the people here work is so different, but they're so welcoming to everyone. Whenever I need help at work they are always there for me to talk to, they are so polite and caring; no one treats me like 'that deaf girl', they are sensitive about it and don't treat me any differently.

Ben and Lucy are still together; I want a relationship like theirs, they know each other so well and they're so in tune with each other. When they are together their movements are fluid like water flowing down a stream, like they know what the other is going to do before they even do it. It's so admirable Mama, like something you'd read in a fairytale.

Almost a month ago a new neighbour moved in opposite to me, because Mr grumpy moved out next door, which I'm really glad of. I saw my new neighbour on a few occasions, just passing in the hallway, but I didn't do anything about it; I didn't think he'd care, I'm nothing special really. Well that's what I thought, until I saw this upset look on his face - a cute little pout Mama - out of the corner of my eye when I didn't respond to him; I felt so guilty, he looked so upset Mama, like he genuinely wanted to talk to me. I've never seen that look on anyone's face before and it scared me, I knew something big was about to happen after that, and I didn't know what to do about it.

I remember the first time we met, I sat in my apartment with a book in my hand when I saw the red light flash on the wall, at first I thought it was the mailman because he always delivers my mail around that time, but when I opened the door there he stood, with his finger on the doorbell and this really confused look on his face, I couldn't stop the flutter that took over my heart and the small smile that captured my lips.

His name is Harry. Harry Styles. He's so amazing Mama, he's even started to learn sign language! Funnily enough he's really good at it, he's picked it up so quickly and can speak in fluid sentences now. He makes me smile so much, and every time I'm near him I can't help but blush because he compliments me all the time. He's such a gentleman, so polite and generous.

His eyes are a charming bright green too, like the grass on the hills that surround our house Mama, so beautiful. And I love it when he smiles, when I see the little dimples on his cheeks when he's happy, I like to think that I've caused them to appear on a few occasions. He was the first guy to take me on a date, an actual date! He didn't run away like the other guys when they found out I was deaf, Harry embraced it. He did everything he could to communicate with me, he even brought paper and a pen to the café we first met up at just so I could communicate with him.

Our first date was perfect, he made me feel so special, even now he makes me feel special. My first kiss was incredible, it felt like magic Mama; it was on a park bench underneath a canopy of trees that were sprinkled with fairy lights. And he asked me Mama, he asked me in French if he could kiss me. I've never met anyone so perfect in my life, he's everything I've ever wanted and more. I hope more wonderful things happen with Harry, I'd love to kiss him everyday if I could.