Understanding the essence of love language
When we say language, this is our tool to communicate with other people; a way to understand and to be understood. Who doesn’t want to be understood? Everyone does. Through using different forms of communication, we can express ourselves, whether it is in writing or speaking. Language is the key for us to connect and unite with other people. I do believe that without language, everything is in a chaotic state. To express thoughts, feelings, and ideas, one should know the language to reach someone. Because different people have different perceptions, we all take different stands in life. Considering that it is part of a person’s uniqueness, everyone must have their language to express it. How about you? What language do you consider your own?
As I started my day by going out for my morning coffee, I realized that I have to learn a new language for me to communicate and understand well. I’m a new resident coming from a small town to start anew. This big city is a whole lot different and feels like a foreign land to me. In spite of the vibes this city gave, I found myself left out. It’s somewhat welcoming, but considering the stares of these people around me, I would say I should’ve just stayed in my hometown. Well, can I take that back? I’ve never spoken those words before, not until I locked eyes with someone I thought I would not get involved with.
I thought it would take time to heal after being twisted by fate. How does the beat of my heart cause me to become attached? Even though a part of me wanted to avert my gaze, I still couldn’t let myself do it. There’s something in those eyes that lures me towards him. It’s like I’m being enchanted. I never knew him, but it feels like I’ve been with him for a long time. It’s a feeling that even though the temperature’s at absolute zero or you’re on the top of Mt. Everest, you still feel warm as if you’re in the middle of summer. It’s a different kind of feeling and something that I know I will never forget.
I remember one time, my teacher asked me way back in high school about love. It’s a hard question to ask someone who’s been misunderstood all her life and has never been able to prove them wrong. Even sugarcoated words and white lies could never justify and fulfill a satisfied answer to the question. If only love was blind, then those people I loved would never have hurt me just because of the little faults I’ve made. If only love could see the best in me, then no one would record my mistakes and wave them right in front of my face. I was raised with the belief that there is no such thing as love. But life proved me wrong when our eyes met again.
He gets along well with others. He comes close to being perfect. He’s almost—almost—perfect. One aspect that interferes with it is that he is deaf. Despite the fact that he is carrying a heavy burden, he feels as if it is nothing. He expresses his thoughts and ideas through sign language and communicates with others. In contrast to me, who was a prisoner of the past until now, he uses actions to be understood. Someone who can’t hear and can’t even speak, acts like a normal person around prejudiced people. I won’t deny that I am somehow one of them, but the more I tried to be with him, the more I realized that it’s better to be with someone like him. I’ve come to realize that maybe there’s something more to love than I thought there was.
I’ve never stood up for myself in my entire life. Instead, I shut myself away in the place I made while I was in deep sorrow and pain. It was once deafeningly quiet, but whenever I’m with him, it’s silent but calming. His love embraced me as if he were with me in the midst of the war within my mind. We’re exceedingly different, but that makes us unique in some ways.
I’ve heard that language, like love, is more than just words. Perhaps there’s more to it. But one thing is certain: nothing surpasses the language that makes you feel valued and respected, whether in symbol or sign. This is the language for which both of us are well known. It’s love.