The Little Things

The way he would cup my face in his hands when he pulled me in for a kiss.
How well we slept when we were next to each other.
The way he would rub his thumb across my hand when he was holding it.

"The little things," in reality, are not little.
They're what make you fall in love in the first place.
What you hold on to when it's gone.

These moments, these memories are what flood your brain at 2 am.
You try to silence your thoughts and get some sleep, but you can't.
Because the people who hurt us the most are the ones we tend to cling to.