Falling in love, is a wonderful thing. The little things you do, the little things you say. Those stolen moments when you try to catch a glance of the one you're in love with. It is such a wonderful feeling. Lucky are those who get love. Today, I saw this movie called "The Magic of Ordinary Days" (Highly recommended by my quad mate, thank you :)). And, as the name suggests, it was a very very simple movie. No melodrama, no action sequences, no over-the-top scenes, no larger than life characters. Just the story of two people and how, without having known each other for a very long time, they developed this eternal bond.
A bond in which the guy, even though it pained him to realize that he was playing second fiddle to another, it was not enough for him to give up on the woman he loved, with all her bag and baggage. In fact, he understood her more than she understood herself. He made small changes for her, which would never even matter if you took a 'holistic' view, but at the same time, nothing mattered more.
They do little things for each other. Really little. Like making an omelette, getting the other's favourite book, waiting for them at the dinner table.
And that is what real love is about. It isn't about the initial adrenaline rush. It isn't about firsts. The first glance, the first time you talk, the first time you go out on a date. It is about finding little things, that may not be firsts, heck they could be really mundane, but there is far more meaning in getting these little things right than there is in falling in love for the first time.
Here's to the many little things to come....and more.
A bond in which the guy, even though it pained him to realize that he was playing second fiddle to another, it was not enough for him to give up on the woman he loved, with all her bag and baggage. In fact, he understood her more than she understood herself. He made small changes for her, which would never even matter if you took a 'holistic' view, but at the same time, nothing mattered more.
They do little things for each other. Really little. Like making an omelette, getting the other's favourite book, waiting for them at the dinner table.
And that is what real love is about. It isn't about the initial adrenaline rush. It isn't about firsts. The first glance, the first time you talk, the first time you go out on a date. It is about finding little things, that may not be firsts, heck they could be really mundane, but there is far more meaning in getting these little things right than there is in falling in love for the first time.
Here's to the many little things to come....and more.
