The little things...

It really is the little things that matter most.

I've been feeling taken for granted and ignored. I knew that what I needed to feel better was for him to spoil me back a little bit. I said I wanted flowers and a romantic date. So I wouldn't feel like things were so one-sided.

It's amazing how a particular feeling can consume your entire day, consume every thought... and yet you can still completely misjudge what it is you're really wanting.

Tonight there was no hot date. No flowers. Not even dinner. I saw him for all of about an hour, and yet, it was everything I've been needing from him.

As it turns out, what I needed was just to see that look in his eyes. The one where he stares at me just a little longer than normal and smiles. The one where it almost seems as if I can see into his soul. The one that tells me how grateful he is to be with me... and then one of those really long hugs. The kind he gives right before he tells me that I'm the best part of his day. And he rests his head on my shoulder, lets out a deep breath and says, "You really are my favorite person."

Tonight I was reminded of how he just absolutely melts me. The way he has from our very first date. No flowers or spoiling necessary. Just those little moments.