| Oi, am I on a POV kick lately or what?! Here�s my little contribution the sap that�s been flowing this month. Short and sweet. Unbeta�d. Enjoy. Title: Love is in the Little Things Author: Lady DarkAngel [email protected] Archive: Lady DarkAngel's Gundam Wing Fanfiction Library http://ladydarkangel_1.homestead.com/Main.html, Darkflame�s (if she�ll take it�.) and anywhere else is fine, just ask me first Category: Sap Pairing(s): Guess Disclaimers: Gundam Wing or Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing is copyrighted and trademarked by Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency and associated parties with all rights and privileges. The characters were used without permission for the purposes of entertainment only. This is not meant for sale of profit. Any characters not created by those listed above are mine and hereby considered the sole property and copyright of the author. Anyway, I�m just a poor college student. So can I play with them? I promise I won�t break them�...much. Rating: PG (for swearing) Warnings: None Feedback: Kami-sama, YES!!! [email protected]; any and all comments are welcome like the sweet ego-sustainers they are. Love is in the little things. To hell with loud and grand declarations of undying love, filled with smooth and witty words that sound like they were scripted by Byron or possibly Hallmark. To hell with enormous and lavish visual and sensual representations that range from decadent opulence beyond ancient Rome to cheap tackiness that�s beyond kitsch or some odd mix inbetween. To hell with poetry, rings, bouquets, chocolates, cards, little pink hearts, candy, fancy restaurants, picturesque dates, jewelry and all the stereotypical notions of love expressed. You wanna know what love *really* is? Love is effort. Pure and simple as that. Love is how much of your heart and soul you�re willing to put on the line. It�s not *what* you do but what you�re willing to go through to do it. You can buy the entire damned Godiva Chocolates factory line for all I care. It can�t hold a candle to a messy kitchen, batter-covered chef-wannabe and a pathetic excuse for dessert that just might give you ptomaine poisoning if you�re dumb enough to eat it. You can send me fifty dozen picture-perfect long-stemmed roses, genetically enhanced for total beauty and delivered by opera-quality singing guys dressed to the nines in full tuxes caroling me to the heavens. It�s nothing compared to a cheap, faded yellow and broken-stemmed daffodil hand-grown in a coffee-pot that hasn�t and never will see better days, its pitiful petals falling off all over the place while you try to stammer out your feelings and not sound *too* stupid or desperate. Love doesn�t need to be perfect or expensive or intelligent or expressive or logical or even coherently understood. The only true requirement is that it is complete. No half-hearted efforts are allowed. I don�t care if you remember our anniversary two months in advance and have been planning for it like general setting up an invasion or if it just hit you ten minutes ago and you snuck out the bathroom window and slide down the drainpipe to try desperately to get me something before I notice you�re missing. All that matters is you actually tried and that you *wanted* to try. You wanted *me* enough to try. I don�t buy all that romantic crap you always hear. He has to say �I love you� out loud more then once, he has to buy you this, this and this and that whether or not he can afford it, he has to be sensitive and nurturing, he has to be constantly attentive, he has to be strong and manly�� Get a clue, he has to do *NOTHING*!!! Love makes no demands save the demand to love. Welcome to reality. There is no such thing as perfection. You take what you can get and learn to see it for what it is. You don�t need bended knees and soulful eyes, with clasped hands and softly murmured endearments. All you need is a small smile, a glint in an eye, a turn of a phrase�� Love wears many forms and disguises. You might miss it if you�re not careful. If it�s from the heart, it�s honest. It�s pure. It�s love. And don�t you ever forget that. Everything around you can fall apart, your world can go straight to Hell with no hope of salvation�� but one tiny gesture of love can make you feel so much better. If it�s from the heart, it�s not a lie. Everything else is just cultural and consumer brainwashing. You don�t need *it*; you need *them*. And love�s not so hard to recognize as you�re lead to think. The smallest things can scream affection louder and more true then all the diamond rings in the world. Love is in the little things. And that�s why I love you so. ~ ~ Owari ~ ~ Awwwww, makes you feel all warm and skooshy inside�� Well, I�m done with that. Back to my usually angst. See ya! 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