• "Hey"
    Your voice sounded soft over the phone,
    soft and staticy,
    like an old TV that was in between stations.
    I love it.
    Your voice.
    The way it wraps around the words you speak,
    like a blanket.
    You cradle the letters as if they would break the moment they were spoken.
    My name.
    The way your lips shape my name is magical.
    You say it like it is something fragile and precious.
    It makes me feel beautiful,
    like I'm flying.
    I was too lost in my daydreams to hear the words you spoke next.
    You repeated it for me,
    My heart skipped a beat,
    and my stomach flipped.
    Do you know what you said?
    Well, dearest,
    "I love you, too."