i can make my own coffee, but i hope someone remembers how i want it. because it feels nice to be known in small ways, to have someone notice the little things, like how i take my coffee or when i need it most. and it's not really about the coffee at all. it's about feeling seen and remembered without asking. the kind of love that pays attention and shows up without being told. it remembers, it stays, it cares even in simple ways. and maybe that's what we all want in the end, someone who notices the small details and makes ordinary moments feel full of love.