Sometimes we enjoy each other’s company through simple things. Nothing big, just little moments that quietly mean a lot.
He’s usually at home, working on his laptop while something light plays on the TV. I’m often still at the office, staying late to finish things that didn’t get done during the day. Our lives move at different paces, but somehow, he always finds a way to make space for me.
Today, he got us burgers. He picked them up, stopped by the office, and handed mine over with a smile. No rush, no fuss. Just that calm way he shows up when I need it the most. Then he headed home, and I went back to my desk, the burger still warm in my hands.
He had his at home. I had mine alone at the office. But it still felt like we were sharing something.
It’s not just about the food. It’s about the way he remembers, even when I don’t say a word. The way he makes sure I don’t go through a long day on my own.
Some days are tiring, but small gestures like this make everything feel a little softer. A little sweeter. And in the middle of all the noise and deadlines, it feels good to be thought of.
