I've met the love of my life when I was 22. He accepted me even if I am mute and I accepted him for he is deaf. Our disabilities didn't gotten through our love but instead each day we are together, we loved each other even more than we do.
Some people say, "How can you tell your love to each other? How can you hear?" but they don't understand how we do.
The teenagers were listening carefully and I said to them by hand language, "Every day, Every night... He makes me see that he does love me. He appreciates me and loves me whole heartedly. He takes care of me and makes me laugh. Actions do speak louder than the most beautiful word I Love You. Why do you need the mouth to say I love you when your actions can." I smiled.
"I lay beside his chest when I go to sleep. His every heart beat..." I stopped my hand gestures and my husband comes in. "Why do you do that?" one of the kids asked me. My husband showed his words on a piece of paper, "To let her know that every beat of my heart is for her only"
He back hugged me. I continued my hand gestures. "And I would sometimes place his hand on my chest... for him to hear that the reason why my heart beat is him". The teenagers who listened smiled lightly at us. They all stood up from their seats as they were going home. "Then that's the reason why you love each other... You hear one another" I smiled at what she had said. "Thank you, Mrs. Williams. We'll get going" I could see on their faces, they were melted by our precious love.
