She never says anything after we kiss.
She never says anything every time I give her gifts.
I have never heard the three words I always wanted to hear from her coming out from her mouth.
Instead, she smiles and hugs me after every kisses.
She holds the gift close to her chest.
She always struggles to find a paper and a pen every time I say 'I love you' and writes down that she loves me, too. I know that every time she writes those words, it's real. There was never a time that I didn't feel those words.
Her world is mute.
She can't hear my voice. But she always tells me every single day that she knows that I have a sweet tone. She knows that I can sing, even if she hasn't heard my voice.
And for three straight years, she made me realize that you can love anyone even if that person's blind, mute, or deaf.
I may not have heard her voice, but through touching her hands, I know that it is sweet.
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Short Story"feelings are weird," he said as he looked down. "like, you don't know if you're just feeling a stupid infatuation or real love. you don't know if the butterflies in your stomach is telling you that you're nervous or flattered." i looked at him. he...
