Hearing your voice is like a patch. It sorta mends the thoughts going through the mind. Are you okay? Are you still breathing? Its a temporary relief, and in some cases a voice is all you got. If I had my choice, I wouldn't talk, but I'd be missing out on your voice. It's a little patch for that huge whole that can't be completely healed. It doesn't fix it all, but it's something. Better than nothing. I'm glad I got to hear your voice, just wish I can hug you once more. I just wish you knew.
