The Good in Little Things
by Merith
Life can change with just the little things, and these were such little things, becoming much more in time. It started as a lark; we were walking through the marketplace, and I tossed him a flower - some sort of daisy, I think. We shared our first kiss that day, and I knew without his saying, he walked a narrow path; one side a sharp precipice, the other darkness unfathomable.
Mostly, it was a touch, a word, or even a look that widened his thoroughfare; but none topped my boots in his closet at the end of the day.
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