I will sit anywhere and listen to your stories

I will sit with you in the bar with a bottle of frozen cold beer in our hands.
We will talk amidst the buzz and haze, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips.
We will get drunk.
We will let ourselves get lost in dizziness and rubbish talks.
I will listen to all of your drunken stories.
You will laugh at it, laugh out loud for no apparent reasons.
And I will listen to your stories.

I will sit with you in the beach with a glass of thirst-quenching smoothie in our hands.
We will talk amidst the heat and sweat, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips.
We will plunge into the sea.
We will let the saltwater heals the wounds of our skin and soul.
I will listen to all of your past heartaches.
You will laugh at it, marveling how time indeed heals.
And I will listen to your stories.

I will sit with you in the porch with a cup of coffee in our hands.
We will talk amidst the breeze and the chirps of the birds, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips.
We will relax our shoulders, close our eyes, and keep quite.
We will let ourselves feel the peace silence brings.
I will listen to you talk in silence, listen you breathe.
You will smile thinking how amazing conversations are even without words.
And I will listen to your stories.

I will sit with you anywhere with anything in our hands.
We will talk amidst anything, eye to eye, lips to ear, lips to lips.
We will do anything we want to do or nothing if you want to.
We will let ourselves be – lost, discovered, loved.
I will listen to anything you say.
You will smile thinking you have found the one. You have found me.
And I will listen to your stories.

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