Walking down that long and winding road on that cold, dark winter night, I heard a voice. Her voice. A voice like no other. The voice that lead me the right way. The voice that helped me through rough times. The voice of the woman whom was always there. That magical, mystical voice. Her voice was music to my ears. It never disappointed. The time we spent together was some of the best of my life. Oh, how I miss it. How I miss her. I would do anything to hold her once again, to hear her voice and be together.
By Steven Acevedo