I use to know a girl who was deeply loved by lots of people. Sadly, she couldn't see or feel that love, and always seemed to cast herself as the victim in all her relationships. Gestures of affection, large and small, were lost on her.
I know I'm smug in my relationship with Phenom. I'm smug because not only do we have lots of fun hanging out together, but also because we take the time to notice and appreciate those little niceties that make the day-in, day-out grind of life less of a burden.
Like the Phenom's little check list for me as I'm leaving each Sunday for the weekly shop. "Have you got your list? Your phone? Your iPod?" I get the warm fuzzies knowing that he knows me so well.
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