"Love is not necessarily about grand gestures. It can be the little things like someone knows you like a certain food, so they pick it up for you. Stuff like that is sweet. It's little things that are nice and thoughtful that you can do every day."
It is true what they say- love is not about grand gestures. It's all the small things that make everything seem so grand. I never truly understood the meaning of these lines until I saw the morning light gently hitting his eyes- making the brown more prominent.
Is it love if seeing the gleam in his eyes when he approaches me in the morning excites me? What is it when every love song reminds me of him? How do I define the feeling of completeness when he hugs me?
Making playlists, saving mushrooms, surprise dark chocolate bars, letting me steal his clothes, sending songs that remind him of me- are they grand gestures? But why do they always make me feel grand from within?
Spraying Mystic Man for me, making tired faces at my fart jokes, singing Golden Hour at the top of his lungs, or twirling me randomly in the street- it's always the small things.
Whether it's watching the sunset together at End Point or watching Disenchantment, playing basketball, or playing dress-up games, calling me pretty when I dress up or even when I look like a mess- it's the million other small things that have a glimpse of us.
