Dear someone.
Don’t tell me stories that you think I might want to hear, just tell me all of your stories.
I’m fully aware that I can’t give you solution to your
problem, but those stories won’t be a waste. Those stories will remain in my
heart and memory. Why do you hesitate to tell them to me?
I know that I am not good enough to react to all of your
stories, especially about gossiping. I know I do not meet your expectation for
this. But will you tell me those even though I am not good enough to react as
your expectation?
I am a curious guy and a quality-time guy. I enjoy myself hearing stories about others. I feel trusted, valued
and satisfied whenever someone want to trust me to share their stories. For me,
sharing stories is a matter of trust. For me, those stories are like diamonds
that I should keep it safely in the safety box. And for me, hearing stories is
the same as guarding valuable things inside safely. I feel responsible for all
of those stories.
Hesitating or regretting to tell me about your stories is the same as an
act of untrusting. It hurts my heart to accept the fact that one of the most
dearest person in my life is hesitating to tell me all of her stories.
I would like to hear your story once more. Please give me
another chance. Please trust me once more.
