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Sometimes, I hear words. They come into my ears, carried by the wind, and as they enter they become distorted. Perhaps a gust of the breeze or maybe some kind of distraction caused them to get confused on their way in. So maybe when I hear what you say, maybe when I hear your words, maybe I don't hear the same thing you said. Maybe I hear what I want to hear.

Maybe sometimes I need to hear 'yes'. Sometimes I need to hear that I'm a good person, that I'm 'wonderful'. Sometimes I want someone to tell me that I'm important. Sometimes I need to hear that.

Sometimes, though, I hear something entirely different. In the tone of voice, the downcast of an eye, a backwards glance or a nervous smile, I hear words that paint an entirely different picture. I hear you speaking of me how I see myself. I hear the words I'm speaking to you reflected back at me. Instead of comforting me you tell me I'm right. I know that the words haven't been spoken. I know that it's not how it has been said. It still sounds the same to me.

Sometimes I hear words. They come into my ears, carried by the wind, and as they enter they become distorted. Maybe I'm hearing the words the way I want to hear them. Maybe, though, I'm hearing the words they were truly meant to be spoken. Maybe I'm hearing the truth.