Sweetheart MallarchyIt was the little things
that made her fall in love with him so deeply,
so frequently.
It was the warm hugs when tears flowed down her cheeks.
The patience when she made mistakes or struggled to do her part.
The gentleness with which he parented their animals.
It was the little things
that made him her beloved
and kept her head over heels for him.
The softness with which he welcomed so many in need into their lives.
The strength with which he navigated their tribulations.
The intelligence with which he examined the world.
It was the little things
that filled her heart
and brightened her eyes.
It was the warm bowl of food when she forgot to eat.
The way his hand felt wrapped around hers.
The not always so gentle snores that lulled her to a comfortable sleep.
It was the little things
that made her feel safe
and brought a beaming smile to her face.
The hearty and kind laugh when he thought she was being extra adorable.
The self-satisfied laugh when he cracked himself up.
The care in his eyes when he watched her.
It was the little things
that weren't so little after all
that made her fall so heavily and permanently in love.
It was the little things.
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