i can peel my own orange, but i hope there's someone who loves peeling them for me, too. not because i can't do it myself. but because love is often found in the little things. the small acts of care. the quiet but sweet gestures. the simple things that say, "i want to do this for you." sometimes, it's not about the orange at all. it's about knowing someone is willing to do something simple just to make your day a little easier. and maybe one day, i'll peel an orange for them, too. not because they need me to, but because i know how good it feels to be cared for like that. and because sometimes, the smallest acts of love are often the ones we remember the longest.