little things
notes on love
it's the small moments that hollow you out, really. the “i'll be there” that fades into silence, the carefully chosen words that sit unread, the promises that float away like dandelion seeds. we're all so busy crafting our highlight reels - the birthdays, the celebrations, the picture-perfect coffee dates. but i've started to think that love1 speaks most clearly in lowercase: in remembered details, in followed-through maybes, in the quiet choice to show up for the mundane moments that make up a life.
sometimes i catch myself collecting these tiny heartbreaks like sea glass - smooth and worn from turning them over in my mind. the coffee cup left unwashed, the story left unread, the phone call that never came. we're taught to focus on the big things - the red flags, the deal breakers, the moments that shake the ground beneath our feet. but it's the small choices that build a life together or slowly wear it away.
because when someone takes the time to notice your morning coffee order, to read the story you stayed up writing until 3am, to remember that tiny thing you mentioned weeks ago - they're telling you that your small things matter. that you matter. and maybe that's why i've started cherishing the people who show up in the little ways, who make promises in whispers and keep them like secrets. they're the ones who understand that love isn't just built in grand gestures, but in a thousand tiny choices to pay attention. to remember. to stay.
and lately, i'm learning to be that person too - the one who notices, who remembers, who shows up. because sometimes the smallest gestures can hold the biggest pieces of someone's heart, and what a beautiful thing it is to be trusted with those fragments.
when i say love, i mean both romantic and platonic