I fell in love with you all over again last night. You never cease to surprise and amaze me. And it’s not the big things that impress me, but the little things. The little things you do that show you care or show you remember are what really tell me you love me.
It was something as little as me not having to remind you to pick something up for me that threw me over the edge. I fell over the edge in love with you just because you remembered to do something! But that’s the way love works—love celebrates the finest of details.
Love notices the little details that occur. The different way you look at me. The extra time you spend preparing for a special occasion. The tighter grasp you have on my hand as we are walking down the street. The warm smile you give me as you are introducing me to people.
Love notices and appreciates the things that infatuation and lust would never observe. Infatuation is more superficial, more obvious. Infatuation sees your brown eyes and appreciates how beautiful and soft they are. Love sees your brown eyes and allows those brown eyes to peer deeply into me and expose my core, my most vulnerable state. Lust feels the touch of your hand and I immediately get chills down the spine, while love feels the touch of your hand and allows those hands to comfort and protect me from harm. Love is about how I feel when I am with you and what that feeling enables me to do. The feeling of love enables me to expose myself—my flaws, insecurities, strengths and weaknesses.
Just when I think I have you and me figured out, something you do surprises me and makes me fall even deeper in love, which I didn’t think was possible!