Know that’s what I call a true unique gentleman who has true feelings for a woman or mankind give love and you will recieve, genuine love ♥
I press number three to play the message. His voice jumps through the phone and squeezes my heart so hard I have to sit down. He’s singing to me.
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Bethie. Happy birthday to you.
I close my eyes and press play again. His voice sounds so pure. So…absolutely him it takes my breath away. I can reach out and touch the memories it’s conjuring. Us climbing trees. Exploring creeks. Getting in trouble for eating all the Debbie Snack Cakes Mom just bought for our school lunches. Dissolving in laughter at his dark wit and ridiculously awful impressions. The time he needed stitches after using the weed eater for the first time. And of course the fights. There’s nothing quite as vicious as a sibling fight.
Happy birthday to you….
The voice I’m hearing is just him. True him. At the core. Not…
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