Thursday, 23 July 2009

Old teenage hopes are alive at your door.

A: Hola, soy ------. Puedo hablar con -----?
B: Ah hey ------, what's up?
A: Nothing, I was just calling to wish you good luck tomorrow-
B: Haha thank you, I'm gonna need it.
A: You scared?
B: Yeah, a lot.
A: Bueno, don't worry... In any case you still have me, if you need me you can- send me a mail or something. And no se, it might be hard at the beginning but in the end it will work out.
B: Yeah, but I guess that's how it has to be.
A: Yeah, I don't know. Uhm... Well that's it... No se, good luck. Uhm, bye
B: Bye
A: ...
B: ...
A: ...
B: ...
[hangs up]

No se, I probably shouldn't have hung up, and asked you to speak. Or maybe tried to reassure you more? Told you everything you mean to me. But oh well, I didn't quite know what to do... At least I hope you understand that I tried to call because I care, in my special way. (I do hope you don't read my blog.)
Ehmm yeah

A few hours now, goodbye.

One, Two, Three, Four
Tell me that you love me more.
Sleepless long nights,
That is what my youth was for.
-Feist, 1234

2 comments:

Ami said...

:(

Like Kafka On Prozac. said...

si sirve de consuelo.
ayer te mandé una carta por correo :)