he called me and we talked. well, he talked and I just listened. i gave an occasional hum to let him know I was still present. he shared his troubles and his doubts and his visions. and I just listened. opinions were obsolete so I made sure to have none. i refused to give cliche advice because it'll come out sounding like some bad puns.
even when he asked me questions i gave simple answers and told him "i am here for you, to listen to you and when you feel better I will talk too"
i guess it's the psychologist in me because I'm studying it in college, but he's not some research project. the studies I've been doing have just given me leverage and have a better effect.
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Diary. // 2018
Short Story"You can call me and I'll just listen, I promise I won't say a word, I won't be a mouth, I'll just be ears for you to fill with your problems and emotions. I won't tell anyone. Just think of me as your living Diary.." "Okay.." Copyrighted 2018 // Sh...
