A Big Fan of the Little Things
I have always been more attentive to the little things other people do for me, things that are not outrightly said or done and yet feels like they happen at just the right time.
Like an outheld hand before you slip, a bottle of water just when you think you'll die of thirst, a biscuit when you're hungry, a message during a morning when you feel like everything is about to go wrong, a joke delivered at a time when laughter is nearly forgotten, a phone call to wake you up when you're still asleep and about to be late, an ice cream at the most stressful moment, a warm hand on a bruised head, a shoulder to cry on, a funny story during an awkward moment, a little post it note that says nothing and everything, lyrics to songs that you wish you knew, a good luck message for something you thought nobody remembered, a good laugh during dinner with friends.
Those are the things that get stuck in my head. Those tiny wonderful moments when everything is just right and you know that someone thought of you are the ones I am most grateful for.
Grand gestures are nice, but more often than not are overrated. But in those simple instances where there were no elaborate preparations, no overthinking - I find that I have everything and everyone I need.
On the outside I may look like the unsentimental type, but maybe I am sentimental after all.
Like an outheld hand before you slip, a bottle of water just when you think you'll die of thirst, a biscuit when you're hungry, a message during a morning when you feel like everything is about to go wrong, a joke delivered at a time when laughter is nearly forgotten, a phone call to wake you up when you're still asleep and about to be late, an ice cream at the most stressful moment, a warm hand on a bruised head, a shoulder to cry on, a funny story during an awkward moment, a little post it note that says nothing and everything, lyrics to songs that you wish you knew, a good luck message for something you thought nobody remembered, a good laugh during dinner with friends.
Those are the things that get stuck in my head. Those tiny wonderful moments when everything is just right and you know that someone thought of you are the ones I am most grateful for.
Grand gestures are nice, but more often than not are overrated. But in those simple instances where there were no elaborate preparations, no overthinking - I find that I have everything and everyone I need.
On the outside I may look like the unsentimental type, but maybe I am sentimental after all.