ohbothered

The little things I wonder... What love is made of? It must be... The little things. It's the way your eyes light up when I walk into the room and the way my smile welcomes them. It's the way your fumble for words when I look at you, and the way I find I can't stop looking at you. It's the way I dress up for you even though I am just waking you to the train. It's the way you snuggle up to me during the rain. It's the way you add XXX at the end of your final message. Or is it when you texted me to tell me your workmates just laughed at you when you proclaimed you wanted to get married after eating lunch I made for you. Or is it when our spontaneous walk through botanical gardens, during the night, while searching for secret garden, turned into an English waltz class? Or was it when I held you so tight and looked deep into your eyes? And saw everything you tried to disguise until you met me, but not anymore! Those little things... Those little "I love yous"