Sometimes
the call quality
is terrible and
I have to ask
"what"
after every other
sentence you say.
Sometimes
the connection
gets weird
and one of us
sounds like a robot.
Sometimes
the call
cut-...
s
ou-...
t.
Sometimes
one of us
falls asleep
on the phone.
Sometimes
one of us
falls asleep before
we even
start
the call.
Sometimes
days
pass
between calls.
One thing is
always
the same:
Everything is better when we talk.
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Author:
Mario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2017 21:00
- Category: Love
- Views: 36
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Comments1
Unique way to write 🙂
Thank you 🙂
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