taking it out on everything else but..

I finally decided to just blog it out. It' s been bothering me since early afternoon.

I've known for a long time that little things matter to me. They make things special, they keep things from being boring and routine. What I didn't know was that they hurt me as well.

Little things matter.. Something as simple as your address, your phone number, your favorite color, food, whatever. They all matter. Isn't that why they're the questions you ask first when you're "getting to know" someone?

Because when people remember, it shows you they're paying attention. It shows you they care enough to pay attention.

P.S. I'm disappointed in you. How could it be that I only started to talk to her less than a week ago and she knew where I live.. You didn't.