In the movies and novels and tales of old, grand gestures are the goalposts of emotion. Ultimate sacrifices and grandiose exhibitions of love are what generally win over the affections of the intended hero or heroine (as well as that of the unassuming audience).
Gross.
Cardboard-cut-out-carbon-copied-cliched gab, gesticulation and gifts… It hardly sounds appealing to me.
If you were to unlock that teeming vault of smile-triggering-memories, you might find that the moments that turned up the corners of your mouth or tinted your cheeks, were moments cause by the simplest things.
It’s that moment when he compliments you for the first time. Or when you hear your favourite song. Or an inside joke with best friends. Or a surprise hug.
And then suddenly you’re grinning and there’s a swooping sensation in the pit of your stomach. Butterflies fight for dominance. Time halts. And flying seems not only possible, but positively easy.
I live for the little things. Always have, always will. Because Robert Brault said “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things” and I have a little feeling that he may be right.
.grins.
This piece was written by a good friend of mine, Laurisha Rampersad. Follow her blog at temperamentalace.tumblr.com
