Writing a love story in my head


Chapter 20:

Intimate phone conversation.

Underlined by periodic condensation,

mixed with nutty procrastination.

The laughter makes things more tender

and trusting.

Each wobbly word a testimony.

Not a single whiff of stale baloney,

(though fully admitting to being somewhat cheesy),

being vulnerable is never easy.

You snoring over the phone

is now my favorite dial tone. 

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