3 hours straight.
For 3 hours straight, we talked on the phone. The longest conversation I’ve ever had on the phone. Let alone talking to a guy. We talked about many things. Music, movies, hockey, shows. Having kids, jobs, friends & family. People we’ve seen, & things we’ve done with other people.
You asked why I like talking to you, this is the second time you asked me now.. you said you miss me. I asked why. You said to come home soon, I said I’ll come home on the 16th of December, you said come home sooner. I said I would if I could & that I miss you too. You asked why couldn’t have been 6 yrs older.
We have so much in common, way more then anyone thinks. We like most of the same music, movies & we sort of share a career in the same field. We both talk quiet, & hate to argue. We find the same things funny. We get each other.
If anyone found out, they’d probably think I’m just pretending. But I’m not, & you actually get me, or seem to.
It feels like I’m home when I talk to you & hear your voice & we let the nothingness engulf us, when we have nothing to say & our talks are never forced.
Sounds like a love story for the ages doesn’t it?
Too bad he’s married to my sister.. Now I’ll have to settle with him as my bro in law.