He fell in love with my voice.

Ironically, that's all he knows that's really me.

He looked into my eyes, and didn't want to look away.

Surprisingly, I looked away first.

He said I have classic puppy dog eyes.

Shyly, he said he meant it in a very good way.

He asked me to sing to him and I sang him a beautiful melody.

Happily, he blinked away an unshed tear.

He loves my voice.

Jokingly, he tells me I could be a sex line operator.

He promises he'd call frequently.

Happily, I play along with this new game.

He tells me that when he hears me sing, everything else just fades away.

Hopefully, someday, I'll really believe him.