Hello, Again
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The way the phone-line goes dead and all your left with is static. Redial, call back. Except imagine if you didn't. Imagine if you let the static take over for two full years and then randomly, as if on queue you and the telephoner redial within moments of each other.
The way you can pick up a conversation as if there never was a pause is magical. The last time we said goodbye was one of the few times I've bawled my eyes out. Sometimes I think the reason I don't say hello is because the goodbye is so back-breakingly awful.
That message was like opening a time capsule or fast-forwarding to the future and winding up in your past. There are some people you lose touch with, that are always in your heart. You leave, they leave...but time strikes a chord and eventually you find yourself harmonizing again.
What a sweet song friendship is...
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