Imagine...
Your day had been long, to say the least. It seemed like the world was working against you, and it was proving too much for you to handle. When you came home, you barely muttered a “Hello” to him and went straight for the shower. You undressed as the water heated up, seeing your reflection blur in the mirror. Once the bathroom was sufficiently filled with fog from the heat of the shower, you stepped in only to make the water even warmer. It caused your skin to turn red, but you chose to ignore the pain and tried to focus on the heat relaxing your muscles. Before you realized it, the stress of the day had piled on too much and you began to cry. Moments later, the shower door opened and he stepped inside, immediately pulling you to him when he saw your eyes. He began singing to you, lowering himself so he was at eye level. While singing to you, he washed your hair for you and gave you a scalp massage in the process. He massaged your limbs with vanilla scented body wash, trailing his skilled fingers with light kisses. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if it’s true it’s you- it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you, and all your little things.”