I hate the days when I don't hear your voice

I hate the days when I don't hear your voice

I hate the days when I don't hear your voice. It's like a piece of me is missing, a void that can't be filled by anything else. Your voice is like music to my ears, soothing and comforting in a way that nothing else can compare to. When I don't hear it, I feel lost and alone, like a ship adrift at sea with no one to guide it.

Missing you is a constant ache in my heart, a longing that never seems to go away. It's like a dull ache that never quite goes away, a constant reminder of how much I miss you and how much I wish you were here with me. Your voice is like a lifeline, a connection to you that I can't bear to be without.

I find myself replaying old voicemails and recordings of your voice, just to hear the sound of you again. It's not the same as hearing you in real-time, but it's the closest I can get to feeling like you're still here with me. Your voice is like a warm embrace, wrapping me in a sense of comfort and security that I can't find anywhere else.

The days without your voice feel long and empty, like a never-ending stretch of time that I have to endure until I can hear you again. I find myself counting down the minutes until I can hear your voice again, eagerly anticipating the sound that brings me so much joy and comfort.

I hate the days when I don't hear your voice because it reminds me of how much I miss you and how much I wish you were here with me. Your voice is like a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me through the tough times and bringing me solace when I need it most. I long for the days when I can hear your voice again, filling my heart with love and warmth once more.