My Mr Lost,
We clash and burn each other with the mighty power of the Titans. Surely there must be a relatively normal state of mind between being ripped apart by the thought that the other person may not care one jot, and feeling deliriously happy about that tiny portion of love we can afford for each other.
Caught in the whirlwind romance, we seem to have skipped all the steps which are necessary to get to know a person but irrelevant as reasons to love them. We have jumped straight to the symphony without taking a single look at the biography of the musician.
Would it make any difference to you, for example, to know that my favourite colour is orange? Or that I once wrote a love note to the ancient professor of Roman Law at uni, for a bet, and that he read it loud in the class, challenging the culprit to stand up if 'she dared'?
Would it surprise you if I said I did? In front of a hundred students?
Do the little things in one's life make the life, or the individual?
Emma x
It's the little things that bond the bigger things together.
However you can't possibly learn every little thing in a short space of time . . but to ignore them is surely to ignore the very things that make you, you ?
I like to think that you learn something new about someone every now and then, no matter how long you've been together.
Perhaps I'm just old fashioned but these little things are important to me.