The Little Things That Matter.

Dear you, 

When I was younger, I was in a relationship with a young man. One evening, while I was lying in bed, I called out to him and asked him to bring me a glass of water. He was in the living room, and I was in the bedroom.

I still remember that glass of water. It had been prepared with so much care. Every little detail seemed thoughtfully considered: the ice cubes, the presentation, and I even think there was a straw. It was such a beautifully prepared glass of water, made with so much attention. Nothing extraordinary at first glance, and yet, that evening, in that simple glass of water, I felt all his love.

You know, it's like those meals you eat where you can immediately tell they were made with love. You can't quite explain it, but you can feel it.

He wasn't someone who was particularly good at expressing his feelings through words, but he knew how to show his love through his actions.

In the days that followed, he started bringing me a glass of water on his own whenever I went to bed. And little by little, it became a ritual. Even when I wasn't thirsty, I would call him and ask for my glass of water.

 It wasn't out of laziness, nor was it because I took him for granted. It had simply become a little moment I looked forward to every evening. Through that gesture, I would feel the same love I had felt the very first time.

But there was one thing I had never taken the time to explain to him: what that glass of water truly meant to me.

I can sometimes come across as a little bossy, and the way I asked him for it may have made it seem as though I was demanding a service, when deep down, all I wanted was that small gesture of affection.

Over time, it started to annoy him, and eventually, he stopped.

 Looking back today, I realize that if I had taken the time to explain what that glass of water meant to me, perhaps he would have seen things differently. And that's exactly what this experience taught me.

 Communication isn't just about expressing what bothers us or what we feel is missing. It's also about finding the words to express what touches our hearts, what makes us happy, and what makes us feel loved.

 Sometimes, we assume that others naturally understand how much their gestures mean to us. But what feels obvious in our hearts isn't necessarily obvious to them.

So when someone does something that deeply touches you, take the time to tell them. Don't assume they already know.

Because sometimes, a gesture that seems insignificant to one person can mean the world to another.

All these years later, I still remember that glass of water. Not because I was thirsty, but because I had found love in it.

And perhaps that's what matters most: learning to tell people just how much their little acts of kindness mean to us.

Presence M.