(I DO have some good posts from the old blog, so i decided to shift them here when i sift through my archives and decide that it’s not an airhead posting)

tiny details

like when he reaches out to me, confidently hesitant, when for some reason we needed an apology between us. the breach melts away with a shy touch and sheepish smile. and you just can’t help but love him more when you see his downcast face.

like when he easily grabs the guitar, sits on the table and sings the first lyric that comes to his mind. and you know he means everything he’s singing because it’s all made up at the spur of the moment. then he sings the most wonderful phrases about you.

like when he’ll suddenly just stop his work and look at you. and in those eyes are not deep contemplations, but a simple look of wonderment. a look that tells you he’s thinking about you, he’s thinking about love, and he thinks he’s the luckiest man alive to have you.

like when you’re irrational or insecure or out-of-sorts or wilted, and you go to him with just your eyes and ask for a moment. then we’ll have our moment, with his hand around me, and share a silent space around ourselves. the world stops and leaves us to our own for just a little while.

in those moments our usual head-strong pride and ego dissolves. in those moments we do not think about the hurt and pain we can and do cause each other, we do not outdo each other, we do not mend and improve each other. we have no resentment, no angst, no bitterness, no competition. we are then, not two but one.

in those moments, those private moments, you’ll be witnessing two people in love. and i smile when i remember glimpses of these little moments. precious moments that heal, moments that make it worthwhile.