Everyone with his own thoughts

I’m the kind of person who usually doesn’t understand why someone would stay on a phone call for more than 30 minutes. I’ve always looked at those people who talk for an hour or even two as if they’re just jobless, unable to find something better to do. What could possibly be so important to discuss for that long, especially over the phone?

But today was different. I received a call from one of my close male friends, and it had been a while since we last spoke. To be honest, I really like this guy he had a good personality, and I know he liked me. When he called, I wasn’t sure what to expect. To my surprise, we ended up talking for a long time. The call was long, in fact, that I didn’t even realize an hour had passed until I checked the time.

What amazed me was that we still had so much to talk about. I felt a rush of happiness as my perspective on long phone calls shifted instantly. We continued chatting, and before I knew it, another hour flew by. Unfortunately, that’s when the network started to interfere. It was the only reason we had to hang up, but by then, my idea of long calls had changed.

It’s not that I hated long calls or had never experienced. It was just that seeing someone engage in lengthy conversations repeatedly felt a bit too much.