Love for me is remembering the details in what each other loves. Thinking of them as u go about your day doing things, even when you aren’t next to them. And it’s being able to sit in silence with them and still feel content. U know who I love <333 — 💪🥭
love, is this.
it’s the little details in life that has you remembering that this life is truly as unique as it is your own. it’s the daycare with the children you’ve known since they’ve been in diapers and the man with the white hair and gentle eyes that laugh and smile with you during your becoming. it’s patience, with the way he grabs a little sticker and sticks it in the notes he always leaves for you inside the bento box you prepare for him every morning before work. it’s the stolen kisses shared, the smiles under the golden afternoons, and the hug that reassures you that it’s okay, and you’re always going to be more than okay, that has you falling apart one minute before rebuilding in the next.
love is aone and the his patience. while for him, love really is just you. every detail and everything about you that has him thankful to be alive in this world, in this lifetime, with you holding his hand.
(he realized this the second you said hi and sat next to him in the train that one afternoon he felt alone.)
a/n: here is ur note i love u