50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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You're a good listener

I love the way you listen. The way you always want people to be able to cry when they need to. To shout when they want to. Even if it's immensely damaging to you,

you listen.

And when I need to scream because I've kept it in to long, you let me talk. You don't interrupt, you focus your attention on me and my words. And then you hug me, and you let me cry.

Even if it's totally unrelated to emotions, you still listen.
With music. You're gifted beyond belief because you take input well and you listen to what people say to you. You also get this glint in your eye as you concentrate in a conversation. They're big and interested. I love it.

My little listener.