I once was with someone who interrupted every story I'd say midway to narrate a similar incident from her life. In a few months, I stopped speaking altogether & would just hmm to all her stories. When we broke up, she was distraught. She didn't see it coming. She texted me, "Nobody gets me like you do." I responded with a half-hearted smiley. I couldn't say what I truly felt: "I wish I could say the same."
Isn't all that love asks for is someone who makes you feel desired? What better way to express desire than listening? It's a test of who finds you interesting enough—to get to know you better through your own words, to switch off their thoughts for a while because they find your thoughts more engrossing? Friends ask me why I am not into a particular someone who seems interesting and who seems to like me, why I don't text or call them? The answer boils down to one sentence: they are bad listeners. It won't work out. How do I know this? Well, I lost the love of my life because I was a bad listener. How do I know she was the love of my life? She listened.
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