You don’t realize how much you miss something until it’s gone. You think about it constantly. You miss the little quirks of a conversation. A touch, a smile, anything and everything of what once was. If you really think about it, it’s the little things that make us happy. We may try to believe it’s something more, but it’s really not. It’s a quiet walk in the park. It’s the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. It’s a text you wake up to from the one you love in the bright early morning.
It’s not all the big things. Granted, they do play a part in our every day happiness, but when it’s the little things that are gone and the big things are still there, you definitely notice a nice notch of a difference. It’s the little things that make us happy. It’s the little things that make us feel better. It’s the little things that get us up in the morning, ready to find out something new.
Little things play big, big things play little. How’s that for an oxymoron?
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