My soul is like living in a tundra until out of the blue, I met you.

The feeling is strangely familiar — oddly comforting.

It felt like home when I heard your calm and soothing voice. It's like listening to someone I've intuitively known for so long, somebody I've been with in another life. Made me wonder if we've known each other before and our memories were frozen by the coldness of my loneliness.

Since I met you, the thought of you never seems to go away to the point I’ve delineated a mental image of you —vivid, lucid, finely detailed!

I wonder if I'm just confused, but I think my heart is going to burst like a geyser anytime soon.

Hearing your voice alone makes me want to be with you all the more. And every night, listening to your voice in my mind while lying in my bed gives me comfort and relief. As if they were soft pillows wrapping the back of my head.

If you only knew, that every day, it’s your voice I want to give ear to before I go on and seize the day or before I retire at night.

For the most part, talking with you seemed like a catch up from the past I believe we once spent together, the abrupt moments I believe we once shared. I want to believe that we must’ve met in our past lives, that our souls must’ve crossed paths before, that we were lovers and time is nothing but a river, wherein we let it carry us wherever its headed.

My heart is longing for you! I know you hear my words that speak of our tale; a narrative of déjà vu; a same old romantic chronicle, that’s over and done —yet fresh as the breezy air of dawn.