I heard your voice for the first time in five months. It destroyed me.
Out of sheer desperation, I picked up my phone and dialled in your number. As I waited with baited breath for the phone to ring, you'd pick up before the first sound and your voice would resonate. But this time wasn't the same. It was a one way conversation, consisting of me on one end of the line waiting in silence to hear something other than your voicemail.
