The feeling overcomes me similar to the way ocean waves over take the shore, forcing my breath from my lungs like tiny grains of sand into the sea. A need so great it is staggering, encompassing, consuming.
I reach for my phone and hit the number five. Her voice, distant at first...what have I interrupted I wonder. I try to sound casual, gently easing the air back into my chest, allowing my heart to fill with the melody of her voice, "What are you doing," I ask. "Reading," she responds.
We launch into a conversation that swirls around minutia and has nothing to do with the reason I hungered for her voice.
A pause, "so what's up," she asks. "I'm having a moment," I tell her. "I want you to know how much I love you."
"Thanks. I love you too."
We hang up and all is right with the world.
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