I got this idea while driving from store to store looking for a cellphone (which I got! (: )--that's how random it is. I owe inspiration to the story Moments by amandajbruce.

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Sometimes it's the little things. Like how he's greeted me with the same "Hey Lils" everyday for years, no matter how the previous day went. Or the way he'll just slide his hand into mine and laugh whenever we pass a 64 pack of crayons at a store. Or the fact that he has exactly one more picture of both in his room and in his phone than I do. And the way he acts surprised that it's me when he picks up his phone. Even though he has caller ID and I have a different ringtone and I call around the same time each day. Makes me ecstatic to call him mine.

But unfortunately, sometimes it's the even littler things. How he sings songs he doesn't know the words to. Just how easily he spaces out and forgets what he's saying halfway through a sentence. That he refuses to try a different drink at Starbucks. Or that he won't let me take a sip of his drink until he takes the first sip—which he takes forever to do. Makes me want to push him off a cliff.

Oh, the little things. Me. Him. Our love. Okay, maybe that's a kind of a biggie. But it wouldn't exist if it weren't for the little things.

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Tadah! Lol. Short & sweet? That was my goal. And yes I will continue F&F, I wanted to wait till I got my laptop first so that I'd have more time to work on it.