Sometimes, it’s the little moments. The little gestures. The story someone tells that feels like home and safe and me too and I understand you. The things that feel like love, that feel worthy of love. Sure, sometimes it’s a big moving gift or a grand gesture or a proclamation. But sometimes it’s just light that’s been building in your chest for weeks and the small silly thing that finally makes it spill over.
It’s grackles and video games and chainmail and cartoons and data analysis and party prep and fancy drinks and try this and tell me about it.
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