Like magic

It's like magic to hear her voice. I'm transported to a place where I feel sane again, like I'm right by her side. I don't know how she does it, but she does it every time.

Her voice goes right through my skin, right to my heart. It quickens me like no other sound in the world. If I could just have her voice and nothing else, it might be enough.

Then again, it may not. 

 

There is such longing in me to have her completely. One call from her and my sleep for the week is ruined. I cry out for her all night long. Does she hear me? Can she feel my hands searching for her in my cold and empty sheets? 

It's like I'm in love for the first time. This is all new to me. I feel so much, and it has nowhere to go. She's outside of me, but she's also the blood that runs in my veins. And she runs hot.

I have nothing but wishes for us. There's nothing I actually possess. Maybe this is the way great love stories start. Maybe this is the way forever begins. Maybe this is the calm before the storm that is us.

If we are a storm, then I will walk right into it. Without fear, without reason, without care. The wind, the rain, I will wrap my arms around it and let it go right through me. I will become it.

There is something in her voice that calls to me, calms me, excites me, thrills me. There's so much she's saying that she's not even saying. I can almost feel her. It's almost like she's in the room with me, and it's nothing short of sensory-overload.

The electricity, the shock of talking to her, lingers. How long will I feel her like this? When will it fade back to nothing? I hope it never does, but I know it will. And I will impatiently wait for her to touch me again this way and break me for a moment. I don't mind putting myself back together if it's her who breaks me this way. Her way is so strong. Her voice is so clear. She can't do anything wrong. She's like magic in my ear.