Thou Shall Never Be Blind.

Scary.

To me, “I love you” means “I accept all of your parts, as they are.” But I was becoming obsessed. And obsession is the antithesis love. It is the anti “I accept you as you are” because obsession accepts all—it is blind.

-The Frisky

The Gray Matter.

"She ended with a paragraph on the fact that everything people do can be used for good or evil.  Good and evil are like a white and a black thread that make up a single strand. Sometimes they're so closely entertwined that it's impossible to entangle them. "

-Gaarder

Attention To Details.

' This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture.

So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the details. '

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And these moments, they might end.

And then things might get boring.

And it might get a little quiet.

And it might all end horribly.

And you might hate each other at the end.

And you might walk away from each other one day and never speak again.

But that’s just how it goes.

Life, I always rebut.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the first time you kissed her in the park wee hours in the morning.
She’ll remember the first time you shed a tear. 
She'll remember the time you stayed up all night talking about each others hopes and dreams, fears and insecurities.
She'll remember the time you both basked in the dim candlelit in each other's embrace.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the italian accent gone wrong. 
She'll remember the long nights that flew by mocking and laughing at the most random things. 
She'll remember the time where you bought her to her favourite cafe simply cause she had cravings. 
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends.

And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, when time passes by and perhaps old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile.

Everything you ever did together

every second

every moment

every beat

every morning spent in bed

every evening spent together on the sofa

 all of that - gone.

Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin.

She won’t remember your name. 

She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. 

She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. 

But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain.

There is no more. There is nothing else.

There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what?

That’s all that really matters in the end.