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.
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