You don’t need to buy my expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
But traveling together and doing activities would be nice too
Heavy (#418: April 21, 2014)
I’ve never read something that described every relationship I’ve had in such few words.