Dear Little Deaf Boy

Jasper's voice was like waiting for rain during a drought. You got excited when the clouds went grey, hoping the sky would open and quench your thirst. Even a cool breeze felt like a tease. Every time Jasper opened his mouth it was the same one single drop from a leaking faucet.

Yet it was never enough.

He was mine.
My dear deaf boy.

I know you see me. I know you can see me call for your attention. I know you can feel my heart pound and my hands shake when I come near.

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

I love you.

Do you hear me now?