Before I had met B in person, I knew the sound of his voice. I could hear his velvet “pipes” coming from inside my radio. I loved the sound and found it addicting. I listened every afternoon. He kept me company at work, in my car, while I fixed dinner and folded laundry. It was a comforting sound.
A number of years ago, I read these words, in what has become one of my favorite books.
How did Nicholas Sparks know how I felt?
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