A couple of months ago, I started writing love notes. Sweet little hand-written nothings to the people I love... or just thinking about at the time. They could be addressed anyone, really. The fact is that these small, thoughtful gifts bring a tiny glistening sunbeam to the reader's life, which is often just me once I read it back to myself.
These notes aren't your typical "Roses are red blah-de-blah-McBlah-blah," they are a little... nothing like that. I am not looking to make the reader feel so utterly romantical that their heart melts with joy and delight (as this would be a medical emergency), I am merely seeking to spread a bit of giggle or, at the very least, an awkward murmur. Don't you love that word? Murmur. Say it out loud seventeen times. Go on. I'll wait.
I started off writing these little sweeties on bits of scrap paper at work. But then I was writing out more than I had anticipated and decided to keep them in an easy to navigate format. Queue The Notebook. I'm not talking about a love story between a some dude and a really forgetful chick, I'm talking about the most perfect of prefect perfection! A notebook of simple yet sigh-worthy proportions. Here let me show you...
I think it really sets the pace for what sparkles within.
I say, "sparkles." I mean, "flickers like an annoying fluorescent light that seems to never die." It's kind of distractingly painful, you know? Like listening to music with friends, and there's that one guy tapping to the beat, but he is ever so slightly off the mark and it feels like your brain is full of static and the only release is to viciously tear off your own ears... or maybe just delicately place one of your hands over his and say, "No, please." (PS: I may or mat not be that person with no sense of timing or rhythm. This is why I don't listen to music with people around anymore.)
Love letters! So, this is an example of the kind of awesomeness someone can expect from me. The following is a letter I wrote to my heterosexual life partner. May the rest of our lives be blessed by the love we share for different people. Love ya bum, kiddo.
This is the calibre of humour I am prepared to share with the world.
You may or may not find this particularly funny. And really, that's not the point. What I am trying to do here is remind people of the importance of letting others know you are thinking of them. I think it feels really nice to receive a message from someone letting me know that they are thinking of me. Why not be that person for someone else today? You might not like to articulate how you feel in such a succinct and romantic prose, as I have just demonstrated, but even a "I'm thinking about you" can be such a lovely thing to hear or read. Tone down the creepy voice and heavy breathing if these are the words you choose to use when you call that special someone, though. Just FYI. You will never know how well-timed this invitation to happiness can be.
Smear kindness over everything like peanut butter! There is nothing that stuff doesn't go well with. Other people may like to think of kindness as chocolate or cheese or peri peri. Choose your favourite flavour of kindness and share it with as many people as possible.
Be the love you are looking for in life and let it find you in return.