They say love is with the eyes. But sometimes only one thing is enough: a voice.
Not a photo, not a meeting, not a touch. Just a warm timbre, a smile hidden in a pause, and a little excitement on the breath.
A voice is like music without notes, like a fragrance without color. It envelops, leaves an imprint, awakens the imagination.
I sometimes wonder - what does your laughter sound like? Do you have a quiet evening voice or a bold morning one?
We are not yet acquaintances. But, perhaps, your words already live in my silence...