[ WP ] True Love is finding that person who is singing a song that no one else can hear . Everyone hears it when their love sings in their head , and the closer you are , the louder it gets . Except your True Love ca n't sing . So you just hear them randomly screeching .

The songs start when you turn eighteen. You are supposed to hear the voice of your true love. Instead I only heard screeching. It was a sad, broken, and toneless baritone voice. When others asked I would tell them I heard a wonderful voice, but it was too far away. Honestly, it was n't too far, but it was n't all that close. My fear and embarrassment kept me away. Years had passed and I was now twenty-four. Today, the screeching became very loud and abruptly stopped. This pattern repeated for the rest of the day. Finally, I could n't take it anymore. I had to know. I got in my car and followed the voice. It grew louder and louder and finally I was at a hospital. I explained to the nurse at the front desk my problem, but she only told me to leave. I was losing my patience and decided to do something undoubtably stupid. I ran past the nurse and up the stairs. I followed the voice and was met with a white door. I swung it open to see a man lying in bed. His eyes were closed and his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was hooked up to at least four machines. I gently and nervously walked forward. The voice pounded in my head. I heard running footsteps behind me. Security had obviously been called. Something compelled me forward and I gripped his hand tightly in my own. One machine made a sound and his hand tightened slightly around my own. Instantly the singing felt peaceful and the eyes of this man opened to reveal a tired chocolate brown. The nurse behind me gasped, and I stiffened as security grabbed me. She then ordered them to let me go and leave the room. 
 
 `` Thomas has been on life support for just over six years. He has been on the brink of death a few times and never woken until now'' she informed me as she checked his vitals.'Thomas, so that's his name.' I thought to myself. I felt ashamed. How could I have waited this long to come to him? If I had come sooner would he have been awake sooner? All my fear and anger at myself vanished when he smiled at me. He did n't blame me? We talked the whole next day and I came day after day when I was done with work. He had to stay in the hospital a few more weeks and after that had to undergo physical therapy to walk again. This was hindered more by the fact he had prosthetic legs. He was in the military and was blown up by a land mine while evacuating villagers. He lost both his legs, some of his friends, and his life that he knew all in one day. Now he could have a new chance. When I asked him if he would take that life with me and he said yes I was greatful. I did n't deserve such a great man, but I was there every day. The voice gradually changed to a happy and mildly broken tone. Then evened out to be pure joy; although still toneless I found it beautiful. I do n't know why it was different on that day, but sometimes I wish the voice had urged me forward sooner. I'm not sure why I ran past the desk and to his room or why I touched Thomas. I guess love just makes you do crazy things and I'm thankful for it.
