It’s not about the gifts and surprises,
but about the kisses on my forehead.
It’s not about being available ,
but about standing beside, holding my hand always.
It’s not about our laughs together,
but about our tears.
It’s not about our trips and clicks,
but about our strolls, late at night.
It’s not about how often we call each other,
but about the spark through which our eyes used to communicate.
It’s not just about “goodmornings”,
It’s a lot about “goodnights”.
It’s neither about you nor about me,
I thought it was about us.
It surely is not about the big things,
but yes, about the little things !