Phone Calls at Dusk

by living-glass

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.