The one-line notes you write on the back of old receipts, then slip into my purse or my book for me to find later. The picnic on my front lawn. A smoothie. Fresh mangoes. Boxed macaroni and cheese. Knowing you read all of my stories. Whispering secrets that aren't actually secrets at all. Long walks after dark. Old television sitcoms. Text messages sent when we're right next to each other. Sitting in a coffee shop and working away the afternoon together, separate projects, overlapping lives. A collage of so many little things ends up making such a beautiful big picture.