What the little things mean There are so many petty things in life. One of them is cleaning the dust in my room. I can build a computer, I can get the cables settled. However if you get me to clean the dust, it'd kill me. That's how much I hate to do sweeping with a sensitive nose to dust.
All that explains why I feel so touched when I am watching my girlfriend cleaning my room. Cleaning the room for me. She knows how much I hate dust. I worried very much when she climbs on my table trying to reach the upper shelves of my TV rack; when she climbs up my bed trying to reach for the cabinet 7 feet above ground and when she tries to get to the upper levels of my wardrobe. She's proven herself capable of doing so but she's also put in action to let me know she loves me. I'm touched.
Maybe she'd see this or maybe she wouldn't, either way I will prove to her I love her. Maybe one of these days I should tell her. some things are better not left untold. they say it's the end of the world in only a few months time, we don't really have that much time before we die, do we? hahaha.
Signing off.
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