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It’s the small things, always the small things.
May 19, 2023
Relationships are incredibly difficult. The longer you’re with someone, the more invested, the more there is at stake, and the harder you work at building the intimacy that begets longevity. It becomes imperative to learn about the other’s desires. Their needs, yes, it’s critical to understand one another’s needs. But also, preferences. The things, the little things, that bring them joy.
David is very independent and has only been with independent women. I am independent, but I also like to be served. Not waited on hand and foot, not pandered to, but I like it when my partner thinks of little things he can do to make me smile, to make me happy. To me, those little things are evidence of love.
I require nothing of my partner I don’t require of myself. I’m always thinking of what I can do to make David feel loved, valued and cherished. Because he is all of those things. He is a dear man, one whom I did not anticipate finding. It’s quite a miracle for me, but I do believe in miracles.
It’s not just for David I do these things, it is my habit to serve. It is my love language. I know. Overused. But sometimes the most trite and overused concepts are the most accurate. When I get up to go into the kitchen, I always ask my mother if she wants something. And if she does, I get it…