I found out that someone listened to me the other day. At one point, I wanted to show him the sky because it was a wonder to me. Just God showing off a little. He didn’t have time and said so. A little bit later (a day or so,) I told him how, when he said so nonchalantly dismissed my awe, it hurt. I know he is religious and I wanted to share with him. The thing is, he didn’t just hear me, he listened. Well over a year later, he remembered. Such a gift, listening to someone. A tiny piece of his life and memory that keeps what I said to him. He gave me a piece of himself by taking the time to listen.
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