I want whispered secrets under the covers late at night, sharing slivers of our soul.
Be grateful for all things that refuse to represent all of the mundane things in life. Be thankful for love and for heartbreak. Be aware of how significant feeling everything truly is. Appreciate your worth, your heart, and your tears.
But here’s the third type of person who believes that love is the loudest in small, genuine details that cannot be captured by any camera — and even if they try to brag them to their friends, people will only see them as weirdos who get excited over, well, nothing.
Dancing like a goofball and not having a care in the world.
Sometimes I think real love lies in the little things. In the small ways we love each other, choose each other day after day after day.
When you bring her into a hug or kiss in public.
Am I warm? Am I cold? Can I feel?
I don’t notice when you’re flirting with me. I try to be really nice to everyone I meet.
The fact that travel is less expensive and more accessible than it has ever been, and you can even find people with whom to cross states and countries sharing only gas money.