I can peel my own orange, but I hope there is someone who loves peeling them for me, too. Not because I can't do it myself, but because it feels nice when someone chooses to care for you even in small ways. Sometimes, love is not in expensive gifts or big promises. It's in the little things people do without being asked. Like peeling the orange, saving you the last bite, fixing your blanket, or noticing when your mood changes. That's the kind of love people secretly crave. Not someone to save them, but someone who makes life feel softer. Because being independent is one thing, but being cared for gently by the right person hits differently.