All those small things//never satisfied
And I love him for all those small things he does. That he might not even think I will notice. Like cleaning up the room before I arrive, or changing to fresh sheets. Putting those veggies in the fridge. All those small simple things, the more I think of them the more it matters.
And yes, I might ask for to much, and yes I might be demanding and needy. I know it, but I mean so well. And he never says a thing. Never one single complain. Sometimes I look at him and think for myself how can I possibly be so lucky? What a cliché right.. Next minute I despise him for not living up to the dreams and wishes I paint in my head. But I will know he would do anything I ask.. But I just can not bare myself to ask for more that is already more than enough.
