" He takes my face in his hands, preparing to say something to me. But instead of speaking or signing, he just drags in a speechless breath as he stares silently at me. He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me gently on the lips. Then he meets my eyes, conveying more with one look than he’s ever conveyed through any other form of our communication.
“Sydney,” he says quietly. “Everything we’ve gone through to get here. Right here. It was all worth it.”
There isn’t a thing I could signs or words I could say that could top the meaning in what he just spoke to me. "

― Colleen Hoover , Maybe Now (Maybe, #2)