From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were;
I have not seen as others saw;
I could not bring my passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken my sorrow;
I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
~Edgar Allen Poe
You still give me butterflies. Thank you for those. You physically affect me every single day, and more still as time goes on. How could I ever tire of the feelings that you give me? And you know what? It’s when you’re not trying that I feel them the most. Those moments when you do some small thing, laugh, or say some word that I think sounds funny, even a ‘hello’ and I melt. Don’t ever underestimate how alive you make me feel in every possible way.
It’s the little things you do that make all the difference in the world. Consistency. It’s asking me how I slept, how my day was, checking to make sure I’m taking care of myself, asking if I’m just generally okay. Going out of your way every day to make sure that I feel loved and cared about no matter what kind of mood I’m in. You know exactly what to say to make me smile or laugh even when I don’t want to. You try so hard every single day and I do notice and I do appreciate it all. I love you and your little things more than you know.
Because … peanut butter.