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His Voice

 Just wanted to say something.

I’ve become completely addicted to his voice. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing.

Whenever he speaks, it’s like the rest of the world just fades into the background. I find myself looking for reasons just to hear him talk.

I won’t tell you how many times I replay his messages just to feel that vibration in my chest. It’s become my favorite.

It’s steady, it’s warm. It’s really the only thing that makes me feel home.

I don’t just hear his voice, I connect to it. Every inflection, every soft breath between his words
I feel it, like a thread pulling me closer to him every single time.

It’s my favorite sound in the whole world, and sometimes it just amazes me how much I don’t want to hear anybody else.

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