Little Things

You probably don't remember anything you've said or done, nor pay attention to what you said or did. You've probably said and done similar things to or for other people because that's just you, but me.. I'll always remember them. All the little things.

How you grabbed my hand when I tried to pay for our drinks in Starbucks.

How you called out my name in urgency, even though you were speaking to someone else, when I tried to walk out and you know I was unhappy. Did you want me to stay so we could talk?

How you called me into your room just to pass me the free Starbucks voucher. Was it because you knew I like it?

How you listened to everything I had to say, rubbish or not, and how you try to help me 'analyze' all my situations.

How you advised me every time I come to you with problems.. and I remember that one time you told me that my dad wanted everything that is good and well in this world for me, and how "it would break his heart" if someone broke mine. And I wondered if it would break your heart too.

How you tell me things in advance so I have the chance to prepare for it. 

How you see things in me that I've never known, and how much faith you put in me.

How you give me chances to prove myself.

How you've somehow made other people angry, because you wanted me to be able to participate/attend things you thought was good for me. I know it's not a good thing but it touched my heart, knowing when you made decisions, you had all my good intentions at heart.

And yesterday.. how you put a hand out in front of me the whole time the other guys were carrying that billboard past us, it felt as if you were worried it would fall on me. 

You probably don't mean a thing by it, but it does to me.

These are the little things that you do, that no one else has ever done for me.
You may have done them absent-mindedly, but it made me love you.

10 months is too short. I need more time with you.