Be De Bu

No, I wasn't trying to be cute, lol. But nevertheless it sounded incredibly cute to me when it came out from him.

"Beh Deh Boo" was not exactly the sound that was made, but more like the kind of sound that sounded like to me when he tried to talk.

"Im not sure if u know that Im hearing impaired?"

"Nope I didn't know that, but its perfectly alright wif me :-) U can read my lips n body language?"

"Cool man. I can lip reading and body language if stuck so write down there ve no prob with u but its up to u cheer mate"

Yes, he was hearing impaired and could barely speak. Sometimes I could see that he tried hard to answer my questions in short vocal answers, but to me most of the time they all sounded like some cute baby speech from him, which I found very endearing.

"Were you born like this?"

"Yes, but life goes on"

Then he flashed that unforgettable smile of his.

I only got to know of his impairment just before we met. But it was really the least worry on my mind, cos I was more worried that he might not like what he sees.

The moment he arrived at my table, I think I have forgotten how to breath, not to mention remove my eyes from him. I'm not afraid to admit that I was really lovestruck then, cos he obviously had the face of an angel. To me, anyone as cute as him can only be found in the heavens.

The night went on, cold rain was drizzling outside the pub, but from where I sit I could feel the warmth from him and his occasional heavy breathing due to his wheezing condition, which in a way gave out a strong feeling of presence from him.

On our way out, I noticed that he did not bring any sweaters or jackets. He wore a simple but trendy and young looking collared t-shirt with jeans. We showed each other our handphones again.

"You are not cold?"

"Nope not cold, I'm a local remember?"

He flexed out those sexy biceps from his lean body of a 25 yo and gave a sheepish grin. Again, that unforgettable smile of his.

The next day he went out of the country for about 11 days. Yes I was quite disappointed that he had to be away during this particular period, but I had no choice but to secretly count the days while he was away.

When he finally came back, we met for the second time. During the 11 days, I took the opportunity to learn some simple sign languages. Perhaps I thought I could show him that I cared.

"I'm up for anything, your choice"

"What say we go to that Japanese restaurent?"

"Perfect ! See you there"

Actually the only word I remembered perfectly from the mobile text conversation was the word 'Perfect !', I was really happy that he liked the idea.

He arrived in a long sleeved white shirt with checkered lines and a pair of jeans, I'm not even sure what more superlatives I can use to describe how attractive he was that night.

I had to be dreaming.

"Do you dance?"

"Sometimes, I can follow the vibrations on the floor"

I wished there was a dance floor there in the Japanese restaurent.

At one point, I asked him whether I could keep the stacks of papers we have written throughout our conversations.

"You wish! :-)"

"Why not? You are going to throw them anyway right?"

"Yes, but speaking people do not record their conversations right? So this should not be any different"

Now why didn't I think of that? Needless to say, after listening to his point, I was ashamed to have even suggested it in the first place, lol.

The music and night went on, turned out to be one of my most unforgettable dream.

Before I had to leave for good, I left him a note, hoping he'll keep in touch, although I knew it was probably not what he had in mind. As innocent as he seemed to me, he had his own world and dreams, I was but a guest rubbing shoulders with his on our roads of life which crossed paths for a short time.

In the end I realised, perhaps good things are never meant to last forever, because if we had everything we wanted, we'd have nothing to dream for but nightmares from the fear of losing what we have.

Nowadays whenever I hear a nice song, I'll think of him. If only I could share this wonderful gift with him.