23/07/2025
They sat on the porch as rain fell, her sketching quietly.
He handed her a warm mug, smiling.
βThought youβd need this,β he said.
She grinned, βYou always know.β
Later, he folded her laundry, leaving a note:
βYouβre my peace.β
βThis is sweet,β she texted.
βBut you didnβt have to.β
βSmall things matter,β he replied.
Over dinner, she teased
βNext, youβll cook?β
He laughed, βOnly if you join me.β
That night, she whispered
βLove is in the small things,β and he nodded, βEvery single one.β
