The Small Things

It was in the afternoon, I began talking with my senior in the office.
She sat behind me, older than me (well, I'm one of the youngest in the office thou) we are around seven years apart.  She's been married and found the man of her life, so she frequently told me the story of her marriage life.  I have no problem about it, as I always all ears for others love story, because I found it interesting to see the way people fall for each other.  It never gets boring.

The topic that day was about the one thing, that her husband's did and made her fell in love all over again.
Just like the first time, when the cupid's arrow hitting both hearts.

"Do you know what, my husband is not that sweet husband. He rather straightforward.  But, when we go on trip to Bali last month, he sing and play guitar in the bar.  He loves to sing and play guitar, I know, but I realise that the moment, I fall in love all over again with him."

The story enchant me, I began to ask this question around: "What is the one thing that your lover/partner do and makes you realise why you fall in love with him/her?"

Answers were amusing - when I see her wearing my favorite clothes, when she interacts with her friends, when he cry over something, when he cooks and many more.

Then, I asked myself, the very thing that you did and made me smile so bright and looked back how I fell in love with you.  Those in the way when you were hustling, for others.  In the way you did small things for humanity, and let your thoughts consumed by other people, to make world a better place to live, to change the world in every possible way.

And I believed, love is the small things, like pieces of puzzle, that we then collect those part of small things and make it bigger and bigger until we figure out the picture and we can't live without even a very small part of it.