Ever had a moment when you realize that you love someone?
Not, like – *god their eyes are pretty, I can’t stop thinking about inviting them on dates.* There’s nothing wrong with that, nothing at all, but that’s not what I mean.
It’s like – when you’re late and in a bad rush and you are both stressing, you’re halfway out the door when you realize they’ve almost left having forgotten the Thing They Use To Cope When They Are Stressed and you think, wait, I know you’ll be useless without your one specific brand of notecards that you have been using to make your objectively excessive number of to-do lists etc every day for probably like the last twenty odd years, since long before I knew you, but I do know you well enough to know that you are going to need these in your travels.
So you go and get the notecards and you push them into your loved ones hands and say “wait, you almost forgot these.” And they just look greatful.
And you just know.
And it hurts so much.