I need
to hear
his voice.
My mind is
constantly
filling with
doubt
and
worry.
It's how I am.
The second
I hear
his voice,
though,
I don't need to
doubt
or
worry.
His voice
is
comfort
and consolation,
not in the
words he says,
just simply that
he
is saying them.
Just by speaking,
no matter
what he says,
he reminds me
that he is him,
the man
that adores me,
that will
cross an ocean
for me.
He,
when he speaks,
reminds me that
he is the man
I adore more
than I ever thought
possible.
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Author:
Mario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2017 17:33
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Good write.
Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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