The Right Sign

by Nia Arthurs

I don’t believe in love cliches. When you know you know. I saw her and time stopped.

Does she have any idea how much I want to please her? I say what I will always say from now on when she asks for something. “Yes.”

“Yaya.” He finger spells my name fluently, easily, as if he’s practiced how to sign my name a hundred times. “Even when you’re not looking at me, I will always be facing you.”