Phone Booth

Phone Booth

When you are vulnerable and brave at the same time, you are in love.
When you are selfish and kind at the same time, you are in love.
When you are in pain and ecstasy at the same time, you are in love.
When you desperately want to hold onto something and yet you let go, well…

— Pallav

It’s a hazy memory now. But I think you’re speaking the truth.
Don’t know whom but I remember calling someone from the booth.
All those stories you tell me, they sound credible.
Fell for the lies, oh yes! I was, then I was so gullible.
You seem familiar. I think I know you.
What’s happening? Is it a dream or a deja vu?
These warm, soft lips pressing against mine! Oh, God! It’s you.
Oh, love! You were my love until you bid me adieu.
Last time I remember feeling loved, it was only with you.

The relationship that could not work out is as perfect as a love song in my imagination.
It’s the only thing that’s perfect in my life. And I want it to stay so.
Imagination is where I belong. Reality distorts everything.

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