Wrote this ages ago from a now non-existent blog. Publishing it today because…it’s that joy of finding an old piece and realizing you have that literary bone in you.
It’s the 15-minute solitary moment that you spend in bed just after waking up, breathing in the fresh air coming through your sun-lit window.
It’s the unexpected phone call of sweet nothings you get in the middle of a busy work day.
It’s finding a half-empty pint of ice cream in the fridge right after soaking up under the scorching heat of the sun.
It’s catching him staring at you while you paint your nails. And when he realizes you’re staring back, he smiles and looks away.
It’s the mini-heart attack you get after knowing the pair of shoes you’ve been lusting for months is finally on sale.
It’s having a relaxing bubble bath after a grueling day at work.
It’s flipping the last page of a book that broke your heart into a million little pieces, but left you smiling anyway.
It’s the butterflies you get in your stomach just by thinking about that fun time you had with your special someone.
It’s the satisfaction you get after giving in to your cravings.
It’s finding that little thing – a valuable key chain, maybe – that you’ve lost for years and realizing it was in your drawer all along.
It’s receiving little rewards – a bar of chocolate, maybe – for a job well done.
It’s spending a rainy day in bed with your loved one, watching a movie you’ve already watched a gazillion times, but still watch it anyway because it’s the unlimited cuddles that you’re actually up for.
It’s doing absolutely nothing and feel glorious about it.
It’s the little things. The little things that make us smile in spite of and despite of.