I am notoriously uncomfortable on the phone. It’s one thing when I have to call someone for work – I find I’m much better at handling myself when all I have to do is talk business – but calling someone for personal reasons is something completely different.
But the second you said “hello,” and I felt the softness of your voice drift through the phone and tickle my ear like a brush of velvet, I felt immediately relieved. I was easily able to connect your voice to the person on the other end of the line – the twinkle of your eyes, the gentle curves of your smile – so that you instantly became more than a voice floating through time and space and the tyrrany of distance that separated us.
I have no idea how long we spoke, only that it was for hours. When I hung up the phone, the world was dark and the neighbourhood was asleep. I went to sleep with your voice and your words still in my head, feeling relief at remembering what it felt like to be respected, to be cared for, to be happy. It was a feeling that I’d gotten small glimpses of over the last several months, but now I felt it full force, washing over me with an aura of contentment and peace.
Looking at my phone on the nightstand as I drifted to sleep, I knew I had to find the source of the voice at the other end of the line.
gentile curves of your smile or gentle curves of your smile? haha.
This is a hopeful post, Frankie.
I hate talking on the phone too. Is that wrapped up in insecurity, you think?
Way to ruin the moment!
I just don’t like talking to people I don’t know when I can’t read their facial expressions.
More details required!
I enjoy screaming at people on the phone.
Wow dude, sounds like you’ve got it pretty bad for this chick. Hope she’s worth it…or you know, has a great rack.
Doesn’t a great rack automatically make it worth it?
Phone calls that leave me feeling like that are wonderful, aren’t they?
Hmm. *ponders who it could be*
Oh hey, that was me.