I'm Listening

She told me love was a thing reserved for angels and devils. That only mythic creatures created to explain the unknown could ever comprehend the complexities of a human heart.

He told me love existed for everyone. That it was only in selfishness that it became misconstrued and used as a weapon for control.

I listened to them both. I loved them for their efforts. The way I see it, listening is the closest we can get to love. It's in the telling of our stories, in freedom of expression, that we come to understand ourselves. A dozen red roses and a hallmark card can't compare to a heart willing to hear.

Natasha Head