I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The Listening.
I want to listen to you. I want to open the door. I want you to tell me your story, in your words. The books don't do it justice.
I want to listen to you. I want to open the door. I want you to tell me your story, in your words. The books don't do it justice.
I wish you would have told me yours.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I wasn't the one meant to hear your story.
ReplyDeleteAll I know is that anyone who has ever told me theirs are now memories.
so speak. we're listening
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