The sound of your voice was my home… now it’s the echo my heart aches to hear again. 💔
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The sound of your voice was my home… now it’s the echo my heart aches to hear again. It’s strange how something so simple—just a familiar tone, a soft laugh, the way you said my name—could hold so much comfort. That sound wasn’t just a voice; it was warmth, it was love, it was everything safe and steady in a world that never stops changing.
I can still hear it in my memory, clear as day. Sometimes, it plays when the world gets too quiet, like a gentle reminder that once, I had a place where I truly belonged. That voice could calm storms inside me that no one else could even see. It was the sound of being understood, of being loved without needing to explain a single thing.
Now, there’s only silence where your voice used to live. And it’s that silence that breaks me the most. It’s in the quiet moments—when the night settles in, when I’m walking alone, when I close my eyes—that the ache grows stronger. I reach for the sound, desperate to hold onto it, but all I find is the echo that lives in my heart.
I would give anything just to hear it again. One more word. One more laugh. One more “I love you.” I didn’t know how much I leaned on that sound until it was gone. It was my anchor, my guiding light, my constant reminder that I was never alone.
But even in the ache, your voice still lives within me. It whispers in my memories, it hums in the rhythm of my heartbeat, it lingers in everything you left behind. And maybe, in some quiet way, that’s your way of never really leaving.
The sound of your voice built a home inside me—one that time, distance, or loss can’t take away. And though I ache to hear it again, I carry it with me, always. Because love like yours doesn’t disappear. It echoes on.
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