She is infatuated with her boyfriend’s best friend because he is deaf in one ear. No – not because of the affliction specifically, but because of how he carries it, so dignified and endearing and easily, and turns his head with such practiced comfort to be sure he can hear her well and fine and never notices that he does it. He is deep voiced and soft. But because he can never know, she sits on his deaf side and while his attention is distracted, whispers “I love you, I love you, I love you,” into an ear he will never lend.
By Eli Skipp