Three minutes, eleven seconds… I still remember the duration of the call. Yeah, I’m good with numbers. I’m good with hearts too. I have her number; I think I want her heart too. 

There’s already the popular debate about falling in love over text; talking stages spanning three to seven days and even that, is quite quick. I fell in love in three minutes… or even less.

You would not blame me if you heard what I heard. She had this voice that says “home” and this sound that screams comfort. I could see through her voice that her lips would look a little too “kissable”; that girl with lip-gloss and glasses that would lead me on and ruin me, or perhaps save me. There was this chemistry, the way we flowed effortlessly from one sentence to another, the few seconds of laughter in between; she had a sense of humor.

She was only doing her job, but she did too good of a job. I’ll be over it in few days… or not. I might just continue replaying her voice in my head; I might just make her my muse, write beautiful poetry about a beautiful voice, a beautiful person.

I’m writing about Deborah. 
Has this ever happened to you?
Am I the only delusional person here? 
Am I?
Please tell me it’s not just me.