Tag: musing

I prefer everyday comforts to sweeping or dramatic shows of affection. I feel so loved by someone bringing me a cup of coffee.

I never felt as seen or accepted by receiving a gift, or from a public declaration. Just a humble gesture, and I am warmed to the core. All the more so if brought to me so I didn’t have to get up.

I don’t know if my core self sees these things as permissions, but it might. An offering of coffee is an investment in my ease, encouraging my rest. Odd significance to put on a caffeinated beverage, but I know I’m not alone in that oddity. It’s not about the coffee though.

It’s about love showing in the smallest, most significant ways.