Simple Presence Redux

A friend sent me this quote today, and I literally felt my heart open when I read it:

Being listened to is so close to being loved

that most people cannot tell the difference.

—David Oxberg

How does love to come through when someone is genuinely listening to you? What does it feel like when your heart opens? Does it crack open just a peep, or does it swing wide open like a gust of wind? 

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