I like the sound of his voice. I didn’t know who he was, who was making the sound that calmed me. I searched the room until I found who the voice was coming from. I wasn’t entirely sure it was his voice, but the moment I laid eyes on him I could only hope. I went to leave class, and he happened to turn up behind me. I held the door for him, and he flashed a very assuring, “Thank you.” That moment I knew.. He was the one with the voice that brought my anxiety to an ease. He was the one I was meant to have some type of crossing with.
This is the second time I told myself I’d never see him again.
This is the second time I’ve seen him outside what my mind originally thought.
I know nothing about him. All I know is that whenever he speaks, I wish for him to never stop.