It’s the little things…
The friendships I’ve carried—through school, work, uni, and travel,
Watching you grow, watching you unravel
From late-night study sessions in a messy uni flat
To walking down the aisle, imagine that.
I’ve seen you find forever, dressed in white
But still—please text me what you’re having for dinner tonight
Whether it’s a curry, pasta, or cheese on toast,
It’s the little things, always, that mean the most.

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It’s the little things…
Like when my mum makes me a cup of tea
And forgets how I take it, but still brings it to me
Or when dad starts talking about his past life scenes
Like he wasn’t the one who told me twelve times at 17
I just smile, let him tweak the plot
Some brown dad stories? You just don’t question a lot.

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It’s the little things…
When I’m overwhelmed and wondering when it’ll all align
Trying my best, but unsure if I’m falling behind
Pushing so hard, then suddenly asking, am I forcing the flow?
Why isn’t it happening? Shouldn’t I be further by now though?
And it just takes one person to say it gently, not loud
“Relax, the best is still coming. You don’t have to rush the now.”

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It’s the little things…
Having a hot girl walk in the summer
Buying myself a dress in the sale for under a tenner
Taught a child with special needs about emotional regulation
Then rewarded myself with a choccy and zero explanation
Lit a candle that smelt like fresh cotton sheets and a slow Sunday plan
Then sobbed when my friends read my blog and told me they’re my number one fan 

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It’s the little things…
A mini life update? I just got a new car
She’s sky-blue and sweet, like a snack from a jar
One of my friends, so creative and kind
Surprised me with artwork that blew my mind
She painted it all, no reason, no fuss
Just pure love—and honestly, I feel so blessed by us

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It’s the little things…
The strangers.
Like the woman who smiled at me on the train
Or the barista who remembered my name
Like the dog who wandered over, uninvited, but right on time
Or the guy at the petrol station who cracked a joke with perfect rhyme
Especially on days when my mood’s gone astray
It’s wild how these tiny things can soften it all away

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It’s the little things…
Like doing my laundry and pretending my life’s together
Or cooking a three-course meal for someone, because love sometimes lives in flavours
Like choosing a mug that matches my mood
Or putting on perfume just to go to Tesco
These things don’t fix everything
But they make me feel like I’m trying, and that counts

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It’s the little things…
Proud of you, by the way
For finding a flat, for facing the ache, for booking the flight when your hands still shake
Proud of you
For finishing that dissertation, for getting the promotion, for texting back just to find your peace
For recommending me that book you read in two days flat, in one long breath of release
Proud of you
For simply being you—enough, and whole, and true.

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So here’s to the little things we carry and keep
The ones that hold us when the world cuts deep
Like laughing too hard or walking too far
Or talking to no one while sat in the bar
We’re all figuring it out—one tiny thing at a time
And if you’re still here, still human? That’s more than fine.