Short stories and snippets : Nuances, unspoken and the little things


“Why do you say such words to me? What did I ever do for you? I didn’t do anything at all,” she said.

She was confused he could tell. He could also see in her the lack of faith, faith in herself. She had no idea just how much she meant to him, so much so that she felt herself unworthy of such praise.

He looked into the distance before looking back at her, smiling.

“It’s not the big things that you can see. It’s the small things that you miss out,”

“What do you mean?”

“The nuances of the paintbrush strokes you lay upon the canvas of our life together. The way you smile when you see me, the look of peace when our eyes meet, the comfort of my hand in yours, the tiny playful squeezes you put on my fingers, the way you wrap your hand around my arm, the way you rest your head on my shoulder, the way you place your nose gently against mine…”

She looked at him in silence. He continued.

“And all that while being very calm and relaxed in expressing your emotions to me, those nuances. I know how you feel. And that is the reason that moves me forward. I’m grateful for all that you do unspoken, all that you do without realisation. Natural spontaneous expressions. You have no idea how much it means to me and how I appreciate it and am thankful for it.”

He gently placed a hand on her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you. There is no need for anything fancy and material to prove your worth to me. I have received the message of your heart and accepted it wholeheartedly. I have no need for a car when you have already brought me to my destination.”


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