It seems like in fiction, every great love is defined by tragedy. In real life, it seems like great love is defined by quiet moments that are practically meaningless to everyone else.
Very true. The moments that make me say, "God, I love you" to P are small ones (not necessarily quiet; we're usually laughing ;), things that show just how much we get each other, and that would mean little to anyone else.
I was overwhelmed with love for my spouse the other day when he bought me a sour cream donut from the Tim Horton's in the Calgary airport. Because I'd been eying those exact donuts earlier, when there was nobody staffing the stand -- and I didn't even tell him.
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