the little things

I look at the little things in life. I guess I should be paying more attention to the big picture, but I'm not much for looking too far into the future. Makes me nauseous.

I guess I should explain. No, I don't get premonitions or anything like that. I don't "just feel" things are going to happen. I don't predict. I know. The history of the world, the universe, it's just all an open book for me. Except for the nausea. Generally, you don't feel like you're going to toss your cookies after you've read a book. The farther away from the present I look, the worse it is. Sometimes I use it, sometimes I don't. It's not something you'd necessarily want to use, let me tell you. But even without looking into the future, nothing comes as a surprise anymore.

Well…for the most part.

I know what the big picture is. I guess I concentrate on the little things to counter that.

The little things in life aren't something that you get to pay attention to when you're looking ahead or behind. So I like to take the time to appreciate the things I don't get to see at will.

Like his smile.

Oh, it's easy to make him smile, I'll grant you. He giggles like a maniac and he laughs at the weirdest things, but his smile, oh, his smile, it sweeps me right off my feet. I'd trade in my second sight for one of his smiles.

And his voice, his soft voice. And everything else about him. His eyes, his hair, his lips.

I concentrate on these things because I'm afraid of losing them.

I'm afraid of losing him.

I don't want to be able to see the future, but I am. And the one thing I have never done, and never will do, is look for what will happen to us.

So everything he does is a surprise. Every word and every motion, every little thing.

I want to keep the little things.

The little things matter.