We'd have long conversations,
On the phone.
When there was you,
I was never alone.
Making tents out of bedcovers,
Sitting on a mat,
We'd turn off the light,
And have a deep chat.
A second of my time,
I would use for you.
When I went online,
You would too.
Just like those hillarious times,
Making stories about vampires and bats,
For the old times sake,
Why don't we just spend time and chat?
Did anyone else ever make tents out of bed sheets, turn off the lights and switch on the torch?
I surely have! My friends and I would crawl in and have the longest, weirdest and most meaningful conversations ever, but eventually, like all normal conversations, they had to be forgotten. But now, since I've found them again, I want to re-live them. I want to go back and have those same conversations with my friends. I want to be in touch again.
For now, at least a 'Hi' would suffice.
Can a hear that one word at least?
Let's not let the old conversations die.
And let's make new conversations and memories too.....
Can we?
~!~Diana
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