Her voice gives off this jolly feel. She sounds happy and fills me with joy just by being joyful. Although she sounded odd today.
Her voice is the first I want to hear at my waking and the last before bed. She always sounds excited upon picking up my call which raises excitement within me as though winning the lottery. She sounded odd today.
We live two worlds apart and the phone being our medium of bonding seems to have lost its ecency because she sounded odd today.
When glommy or in a bad mood I can always count on a talk with her changing a glommy day to one of joyful chirping birds in the summer around sweet-smelling flowers. She sounded odd today.
We pick fights on minor things, a nudging feeling says we are afraid to talk about the big things hence making do with the little things we can find. She sounded odd today.
She no longer reacts to my flops and acts indifferent to my many choices. Could she be letting go. She sounded odd today.
I miss her joliness and childlike joy that is so contagious. I want to take her off of sadness, I want to buy her all the world can offer and I want to make her smile so I cracked a joke which was received by a soul-piercing coldness. She sounded odd today.
I must be willing to let go if I really love her and if I'm lucky she won't sound odd anymore.
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