Well, you really had me at hello. :)

Hey there,

I'm gonna ask you to do something, I'm gonna ask you to fall in love. And no, I don't mean it how you'd expect. I don't intend on patronising you for something as pure as what I'm gonna ask of you.

I'm asking you to fall in love with the little things. Fall in love with how someone scribbles on the last page of their notebook because they're jotting their most private feelings down. Fall in love with how someone takes out the peas from their mashed potatoes, how someone plays with the loose threads on their shirt when they're nervous, with how someone stammers when they tell you their insecurities, how someone sketches on a random tissue paper because it's art and is worth holding on to, how someone dog-ears a page because they love that one line, with how someone mindlessly sways to slow jazz when they think no one's watching, how someone sings at the top of their voice while buttoning up the shirt to get to work, how someone holds their pen a little tighter when they are writing down something they're excited about, how someone is so particular about the kinda black they wear even if the world won't know the difference, how someone is waiting to go to that hill-side shack to have their tea because of how the old guy will always add more sugar assuming it would sweeten one's life, with how someone recites poetry in a reassuring voice that they hope someone would read to them in, how someone falls eight times but gets up nine because they gathered the courage, or maybe how someone tries to be better, even if it's a little bit every day.

Fall in love, absolutely and irrevocably with how, in so many ways - small and big, people are beautiful. How everyone is unique, special and how everyone has a zillion intricate folds to their ever so melancholic existence.

Go ahead, I dare you, fall in love with the little things in life. Because these little things? They're not so little after all.

Until next time,
Love always,
S

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