Flashback to preteen days before any phones, waiting an hour (who knows, no concept of time or a watch) at a meeting point for a mate who may or may not turn up, contemplating dashing to a pay phone to ring their mum and ask if they had even left. Worrying about said friend turning up just as I went for that 30 second call. My patience and perservenerance not being reciprocated. They leave just as I return from the phone booth. A part of me is still waiting.
Flashback to preteen days before any phones, waiting an hour (who knows, no concept of time or a watch) at a meeting point for a mate who may or may not turn up, contemplating dashing to a pay phone to ring their mum and ask if they had even left. Worrying about said friend turning up just as I went for that 30 second call. My patience and perservenerance not being reciprocated. They leave just as I return from the phone booth. A part of me is still waiting.
love this. so much.