Along the way, we pick up little things.
Like what is the best time to sit by the sea so that you can catch the last dripping colours of a setting sun;
Like the best way to carry a kitten so that you feel all of her soft fluffiness against your skin;
Like how long nights can be without your lover’s voice;
Like the exact number of times you can listen to a song on loop before you get tired of it;
Like how good the first drag of a cigarette feels after a long time without it;
Like the way your lover likes to be kissed – long, deep, wet;
Like the best bookstore in your tiny town where you always, always find a steal, even when you’re not looking;
Like how the stars look in a night sky when there are no lights;
Like the sound of your mother crying when she is sick, happy, tired;
Like the feel of him inside you, around you, with you;
Like the exact angle you lie on a park bench on a sunny day so that you can feel the cool breeze and the warm sun on your face while you doze;
Like the feel of the summer’s best hibiscus bloom against your fingertip;
Like the taste of melted cheese and salty fries on your tongue;
Like the smell of fresh, clean sheets after a long day at work.
Along the way, we pick up little things.
These little things, they make up this big thing called life.