All You Did Was Listen

And that’s why I was so happy I found you.

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I had said something to myself without even realizing it.

Not even a sob story or a sad thought that had kept me up the entire night before. It was just something ever so simple that I had carelessly whispered to myself.

As I stood there and said it, thinking the words would drift through the air, not even catching anyone else’s ears, you turned your head.

All it did was catch your attention with overwhelming interest. All you did was ask questions.

And I remember so well my reaction.

Staring at you for too long, trying to comprehend if I heard you correctly.

It wasn’t the words of the questions I had cared about.

No, they weren’t.

It was the tone, the curious eyes, the smile, the “I-really-need-you-to-let-me-know-the-answer-because-that’s-too-fascinating-to-ignore” look.

So I decided to tell you, and all of the sudden, my worries were gone.

You had listened to my words.

You responded with starry-eyed curiosity.

You cared.

And that was the first time in so long that I hadn’t felt irrelevant.

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