I had lost my voice through an accident when I was younger. I talk with my hands as most of the time I use a pen and paper. My childhood neighbor doesn't I lost my voice as he recently moved back.

But he found out after the multiple times I've avoided him town. Just like how I knew my heart had never change. It still love him from deep down. I feel the pounding heart in me when I see him.

But I knew....who would want an inconvenience of a mute person?. We were on his couch watching a movie as I was zoning out. My boss fired me as I only created incovience in his store with the list of my voice.

"Hey do you want to grab something from out of town?" He asks.

I search around for my pen and notebook but it was nowhere to be found. I was about to sign but remembered he doesn't know.

With no luck, I shake my head and stood up to leave not wanting to inconvenience him no longer. Until he pulled me back down and start to hesitate before I see him move his hands.

And without his voice, he talks with his hands. "I hope I'm doing this right but I wanted to talk to you."

He smiles when he sees my eyes widen. He gently pull me to him, sitting on his lap.

"I'm okay with learning your language." He whispers before pressing hi lips to mine.