(Okay, I lied. I'm still going to write here. Oops ;-P)
I think I know what he looks. Tall? Yeah I know he’s tall. I know his complexion is chocolate-like, his lips … incredible. Eyes? Deep and profound like his thoughts and diatribes about the world we live in. Could he pick me up? Absolutely. Sex game? Insane. Why I can only tell this by his baritone scares me. Why I think the attraction, lust and lasciviousness grows on the account of me not knowing what he looks like, intrigues the hell out of me.
Voices fascinate me. I’m a visual person by nature, so the act of picturing someone’s facial features and bodily build becomes an adventure. It’s kind of a thrill, really. The disappointment of that person not being who you envisioned them to be? Heartbreaking.
The thing about this person is that while I know his moniker, I don’t know the person. I don’t know the person behind the words, behind the love and hate for all things pop culture.
I’m going through a “love song” phase. Every song that contains a message of falling, being or staying love move me. I don’t know why. I’ve been single since I’ve been eligible to be. My boyfriend count is zero. Close to having one? One. He was the last person that ever made me feel as if I could be committed to trying out that crazy thing called “love”. I even said that I loved him. Crazy thing is, I could never see myself being “in love” with him. Love is a commitment, something that “isn’t for play”. I wouldn’t jump into a pool of sharks knowing that I can’t swim. But I guess now, I’m willing to jump into the water and get bit, just to say that I knew what it felt like.
How does this connects to the voice? I don’t know anything about the voice except of what others have said and what the voice wants me to hear. Love is the same way. I’ve heard, thought, dreamt, screamed, cried, cursed about love. I’ve had time to imagine what love is. Now I want to actually experience it to see whether it agrees with what I always thought that it would appear to be.
I’m willing to jump into the water and get bit, just to say that I knew what it felt like.
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It took me till my late teens,to realize & accept this.