@_apolloo

5 months ago

I guess you can say I have. We didn’t talk much, though. It was always just eye contact. I could see she wanted to speak up meanwhile she could see that I was nervous. One day, I smiled; I didn’t think I would smile on a regular day, but I did. We had a similarity. We were in our class when our teacher then asked what we want to pursue after graduation—She wanted to go to college and pursue graphic designing, just like me, I even liked pursuing photography, and then and there, I knew we could make a good team despite my anti-socialization. There was always this second adult in the class. I didn’t think anything of it other than who she was and what was her purpose inside the class, but she did sign language, then I figured it out; she was deaf. The girl that I kept making eye contact with—she was deaf. I wasn’t shocked, I was surprised. But that’s not what I cared about. What I really thought was if I was ever to approach her or she was to approach me, how would I talk to her? I mean, I didn’t know sign language, and it would be 10 times more awkward if we communicated passing papers. She had a disability, one that could negatively affect a relationship between us. Would it? Did the disability matter? She was beautiful, few strands of her hair were dyed blonde while the rest was brown; everything was perfectly done. On another day, we were doing a small activity in our class. The teacher was to pass out packages to each student, the package contained two sterile swabs (sterile swabs are the items used by police to collect DNA from the inside of an individual’s mouth by rubbing the swab on the inside cheek), after passing a package to the girl I made eye contact with frequently and before teacher could pass a package to me, the girl told her sign language assistant to tell the teacher if me and her can share her package, since we only needed one swab to use on ourselves. The teacher would then nod a yes, and the girl ripped open her package, pulling out her swab before giving me the package. I wanted to say thank you to her, but then my mind raced, shutting my mouth. I didn’t know sign language and on top of that, I was nervous. So I just… Smiled, hoping the girl would know I tried. That’s really the last interaction we ever had. A year later, we graduate, not knowing where either of us are at the moment. But as I write this, I hope she’s pursuing her dream as a graphic designer somewhere in college. I guess you could say I was thinking about her.

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