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?