I want us to be just like this; like it was back in the ’60s. I’d wait an entire day to talk to you; those few minute just for us two.

Love would’ve been sneaking moments at the telephone. Rushing in and out of the room every time you hear it ring without knowing who’s calling.
Love would’ve been saving up to pay a visit to the phone-booth; throwing one coin down the slot, hoping you’d pick up my call.

I want us to be just like this where we’d have a minute left and a thousand words to say. And yet we’d choose each other’s silence hoping that one of us would say it first.

Love would’ve been all about getting to hear your voice once a day knowing you’d wait for me to hear mine too.
Love would’ve been black and white but colorful in our heart.

I want love to be just like this.

I want love to hear me out. I want love to tell me everything.
I want love like it was in the ‘60s; just like the ones these phone booths witnessed.

Just like the stories they can’t share.

I want us to be just like this.

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Hello | July 13