When I see you, I don't think about the dates we had, or the commitments made. Small, seemingly insignificant things come to my mind instead.
Dinner.
Candles.
Kitten.
Dishes.
Television.
Mortgage.
Frozen.
Soda.
Movies.
Laundry.
Groceries.
Vehicles.
Jobs.
Blankets.
Pillows.
Books.
And for me, every single one of those are you.
And every single one is another reason I love you.