John was your partner. But the only issue, you were unable to speak. You weren’t deaf, you just had no voice box.

John was staring at you as you signed. His brain was really struggling to keep up with it and it felt as though his brain was slowly melting as he watched you sign whatever you wanted to say.

“Darling…darling…stop, sit down.” John sighed and grasped your hand, gently guiding you downwards to sit on his lap. He buried his face in your hair. “I don’t get what you’re saying, baby.”