I heard him again tonight.
Whenever I hear his voice I dream about him. Today I want to dream.
I want to see his face again.
The face that I made.
The face that I loved.
The face that was not real.
It wasn't the face of the voice, It could never be the face of the voice.
Nothing can compare that voice.

I hear it every night.
One month  straight and I can't live without it anymore. What would I do without the voice. It makes me happy every day.
It makes me sad everyday.
Will I ever meet the face of the voice.
Or will it always be a dream of a teenage girl. No one knows, not me, not you, not even the voice.
Would the voice know me?

I dreamed about the voice again.
We were laying in the grass just looking at the stars. The stars that light up the dark nothing in this world.
He looked at me.
I couldn't see his perfect face.
I never did and I never will.
The grass felt like a pillow.
A very soft pillow.
It felt like a cloud so soft.
But dreams also end at a point.
And at that point he tries and tries but he never can, he never can kiss me.

I wake up with a sad feeling.
But I'm being positive.
I will be when I hear his voice again tonight. First school, always school.
But today is different.
Today is my one moth with the voice.
And I need to have the face of the voice.

One day I will find the face.
And I will make it mine.
But that day isn't soon, Or maybe it is.
It could be tonight.
The night of my one month.
Last month today I listened and listened and heard an angel sing.
It was so pure so amazing.
I didn't sleep that night.
It sounded like an angel and I couldn't sleep of that Angel.
No one would.

But tonight I'm gonna catch him
I'm gonna find the face