Phone Calls at Dusk
My first conversation with him turned out to be more satisfying than expected.
We were young and most probably a little hopeless. We were not dreamers, nor were we lost in reality; we were merely pilgrims on a hopeful voyage towards finding a perfect sun and a moon for our lives.
I put down the phone after what seemed like an hour and a half, but once again we did not complete the story we agreed to finish six months ago.
And that was when I realised the story of two young hearts and their daily telephone calls with an unwritten story — that was our fairytale, that was us.