At five, I learned sign language for Andre — the quiet boy who sat alone 🤍.
He lost his hearing at three, and silence became the world he lived in 🤫.

So friendship became our own language ✨.
Not rushed. Not forced. Just patient and kind.

By high school, we didn’t need notes.
By college, we were already walking life side by side 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️.

One calm evening, under a sky that didn’t need words,
he signed: “Stay with me.” 💍

Some love stories are loud.
Ours was built on silence.On patience.
On understanding 🤍.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t speak —
it signs 🤟❤️