It is the most ordinary things that we should notice.
A turn of the cheek.
A loose thread on your favorite jacket.
The people who were clapping until the end.
The back of your notebook filled with doodles and love notes and a phone number that you don't remember.
How bus stops can be uncomfortable but you can share kisses there that you'll never forget.
Or how many lamp posts you pass by on your way home.
Or how I never say that name out loud but mean him in every word I write down.
These little things, I notice them.
They are beautiful because I remember them, and I think about you,
and it was all because it was about you.