if you ask me, "how do you want to be loved?" i might say, "with flowers, chocolates, surprises, or love letters." but deep down, i want to be loved through the art of noticing. i want someone who pays attention to the little things about me. someone who says, "this made me think of you." someone who remembers the way i laugh, or how my voice sounds when i'm happy, excited, sad, or hurting. someone who listens so well i never have to repeat myself. the kind of love that makes me ask, "how did you know that?" and they simply smile and say, "because i remember."