Telephone

She was talking on the phone in the dark. Not because she was sad or crying, but because he was not willing to see, hear was enough. Lying in bed with your legs against the wall, wrapping the phone cord with your finger and laughing as she could laugh. Laugh because it's better to laugh than cry, laugh because laughing is not possible to think of problems, he laughed because he was listening and saying funny things and all this just to laugh a little more. How much crap two girls on the phone are able to speak? Many believe.

She was talking on the phone as he walked hurriedly down the street. Not because I wanted to get out of breath, but because they had no time for talk. Skipping a few puddles, running late for something and listening lessons that typical person who thinks that being young is synonymous with total ignorance. This irritated her deeply, but could stand firm, because the same typical person was someone very attached to it. Ignorant of some things, but take into account the most. And to agree with some.

She was in the waiting room, filling out a form pro dentist, while talking on the phone. He was in a conversation without success, because I had to pay attention to what he was writing at the same time, think what the person was saying. Bombshells were and she could no longer concentrate on form, only knew to be holding the phone to your ear, with wide eyes and open your mouth more. People in the waiting room were already looking at her face with awe or with that face that people make when they see something strange. But only she knew what he was hearing was large enough to attract many faces with strange faces.

She was on the phone while he was obliged to be in a church boring and dull, for which she has never felt attracted to and that also did not feel connected after meeting. Do not quite believe this story that everyone has to accept what happens and to conform, she was more to that type of person who goes after what she wants and when you have a disappointment blames herself for his action ill done and not God is a busy and of course, try to change this deception or at least create a new realization. She spoke in whispers with an old friend who was making her laugh really, and she did not know what to do to not give a high laugh: I was about to be discovered as a sinner who laughed out loud in church. But she wanted more was to be expelled even if it had more to do. Laughing, for example.

She was on the phone with the guy who made her sigh, and his jaw was aching to be so long with his lips set in a smile. And every promise, every statement, until it seemed that there was an explosion, while talking on the phone in the darkness of the room, leaning against the wall behind the door. And even if there was an explosion, it would not matter, because he had everything he wanted. As everyone wants, she wants too. All she want to die happy and well.

So many phone conversations, sometimes just reported, but every moment the phone has its importance, because every moment of anything mean something. The live and VIPs are the most special because it is a whole range of vision, hearing and even touch. This is my favorite too. But any kind of conversation, by any means of communication, it is worth. Talk is talk. And nothing can without a good conversation, even if it is a fast, even over the phone and hurriedly.