Saturday, July 5, 2003When I read her words I hear her voice, although she hasn’t “spoken” to me in a long time. And when she did, she spoke so little. Picturing her talking to me is something that spices up our conversations. I even hear myself talking to her. This is new to me. I didn’t hear voices before. She sounds so cute and adorable. I sound so deep and sweet. Okay, that last sentence should have given it away; it’s not our real voices I’m hearing. Ah, but one day they will be. And when that day comes… 🙂 This confusing entry was… Posted by at 9:20 pm [Permalink]
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