it’s the little things we do for the people we love. it’s the way i always pretend not to notice whenever my boyfriend enters a room so that he can come up behind me and scare me like he always does (“boo” is his way of saying “hello”). it’s the way one of my friends always packs an extra tangerine in her lunchbox, despite her mother’s questioning about whether she really eats both of them, to give to our friend who never brings his own food. it’s the way my best friend doused her new car with air freshener because her boyfriend gets nauseous at the smell of a new car. it’s the way my lover leaves a trail of green paper hearts or pink paper cranes that always end up in my pocket. it’s the way our latin group always prints too many copies of the text before class because we know someone always needs one. it’s the way the ap lang students keep a locker full of red bull in the winter because someone always needs it, and the weather keeps it cold enough. it’s the way my table partner in ap calc always slides the textbook over to me when we use it in class because i never bring mine. it’s the way the upperclassman i share an incubator with occasionally disposes my old petri dishes for me and leaves fresh streak plates if he has the time. these little things show the biggest love, and i’m so grateful to be a giver, a receiver, and a witness of it.
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