When Love Learned to Sign š¤ā¤ļø
At five, I learned sign language for Andre ā the quiet boy who sat alone š¤.
He lost his hearing at three, and silence became the world he lived in š¤«.
So friendship became our own language āØ.
Not rushed. Not forced. Just patient and kind.
By high school, we didnāt need notes.
By college, we were already walking life side by side š¶āāļøš¶āāļø.
One calm evening, under a sky that didnāt need words,
he signed: āStay with me.ā š
Some love stories are loud.
Ours was built on silence.
On patience.
On understanding š¤.
Because sometimes, love doesnāt speak ā
it signs š¤ā¤ļø
