The Sweetest Sound I Have Heard in Forever
My old girlfriend, Mirel, has the sweetest voice I have ever heard. Its kind of high and flighty but at the same time motherly and stern. She says things like, "Keep your head up" and "Please call me" and "Pick up after yourself". She says those things to me. She says them to me and means it. She lets herself be a mom and a sister and an ex-love because she's honest.
Fuckin true blue.
I swear when I heard her voice mail this morning I rolled over and smiled like I haven't smiled in months. I shook my head the way I always do and sat there in awe. I sat there in that present state I have been able to live in lately.
I just love the little things. Big shit doesn't impress me at all.
I love the way people hold a fork or pick songs on a juke box. I love the way they tell a story or make a bet. I adore watching someone look over a menue or drive a car.
And at that moment, on this day, at that orbital alignment her voice was the most perfect thing I had ever realized to exist. I was in awe of a sound. I was in awe of the chirping of her mouth letting me know that she was still around and that I didn't have to worry. I didn't have to worry because my angel personified was still around to guard me. She was still around to touch my forehead and hold my hand. She always let's me know that it's ok to be fragile and that somebody loves me. She does that just by being her. She does it just by moving her lips and letting me know that I'm loved by someone and it's for all the right reasons. I'm here on this planet just to listen to that voice. I would follow that sound down any hallway and through any cavern. Nothing could possibly stop the siren of her body from fading from my mind.
