Be the girl who listens. Who hears. Not just the words but the meaning they convey. The fear hidden in his worries, the truths in his jokes, the conviction in his thoughts even as they waver to and fro. Hear the words rolling off your own tongue, the questions that repeat – bored, team, us – listen to their significance, to your instinct, to the doubts they throw forth from within you even as his responses soothe your soul, briefly.
Pay attention to the objections from his friends, the
support from yours – the ones you share that see how good you are together, shining. Take note of the beauty and strength he sees
in you. His gift, his refuge. All truths.
Different pages, different places – the two of you.
Listen to your insecurities, hear his doubts and acknowledge
that the words he said upfront on day one are no less valid than the ones they
morphed into, the chance he took for a period of time – the words they transitioned
back into in the end – all the same again, repeated. Reiterated.
Renewed. Heed the uncertainty he
expresses of himself, the crumbled foundation - listen when he tells you he needs to find
himself for you both. Hear him when he walks away, alone.
Mostly though – listen to the love in his heart that he
showed you in moments of pure honesty, vulnerability. Sincerity.
Trust that the truth you heard was real, was speaking from his
soul. Be the girl who listens. Who hears.
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