The Little Things

"The little things you do to me are taking me over".

Muted and far off, Colbie Caillat sings in the background. A softly strumming guitar. The line itself conveys these unexplainable things. Yes, it's all made up of little things, some good, some bad, but together makes something so beautiful.

Maybe it's one text message beeping its heart out. Or maybe it's the sweet words in the text message itself. Or maybe it's those little arguments. You know, the petty little fights. The jealous insecurities. Or maybe it's the reassurance to those insecurities. Maybe it's the kisses. Or maybe it's when we hold hands. Or maybe it's the hugs. It could be the stupid jokes we make. It could be something. It could be anything. It could be everything.

I am lucky. I am blessed. I am happy. I am loved. I am dreaming. I am smiling. Slowly, traveling to those three happy hours. Those golden three hours. The one hundred and eighty minutes of happiness. The ten thousand eight hundred seconds of wordless, priceless, expressive, pure love. The soft kisses on my forehead and neck that carried so much of love. The hugs that conveyed so much of joy and the deep connection of hearts and souls. The wondrous utter bliss of every minute, second and millisecond we were together.

Or maybe it's just the way you looked at me.

Every little action, every everyday word magnified a thousand million times. The splendid golden rays of the sun streaming in through the open window, highlighting our hands and faces like a pools of molten gold dancing in a bubbling brook. Like being trapped in an encasement full of enchanted magic fairy dust.

Maybe it's the way you held my hand the whole time. Maybe it was the way you kept giving those secret smiles of yours. Maybe it was how your hands wrapped around me with room to spare. Or was it the way you said I smelt like strawberries?

The perfect time, the perfect place. The rich smell of brewing coffee. The warmth of your skin against mine. All our favorite songs playing in the background. The feel of soft kisses on my forehead and lips. The overwhelming sense of strange exhilaration. The breaths we drew together in contented sighs.

Yes, it was all made up of little things. A hundred million different little things, like puzzle pieces, glued together in amazing balance that make the perfect moment so imperfectly beautiful and complete. Was it the way you said that you love me? Maybe it was the way you whispered in my ear. Or maybe it was the way our eyes found each other, our hands fit together perfectly with each other and our hearts beat in a timeless, perfect rhythm.

"The little things you do to me are taking me over"