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| <\/td>\n | This one time I painted a living room with a girl.<\/p>\n This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman<\/em> or something after that.<\/p>\n But it still holds as one of the most indelible memories I have. Don\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we\u2019ve both moved on. But I\u2019ll never forget that day. Because it\u2019s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that – more often than not – she\u2019s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.<\/p>\n Life wasn\u2019t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you\u2019ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you\u2019re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you\u2019re not going to be able to blow everyone\u2019s mind every single night. You\u2019re not Romeo and\/or Juliet. There\u2019s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It\u2019s all about the detail.<\/p>\n That\u2019s what love is. Attention to detail.<\/p>\n And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate each other at the end. And you might walk away from each other one day and never speak again. But that\u2019s just how it goes.<\/p>\n But she\u2019ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date. But everything ends. And I\u2019ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:<\/p>\n One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes a hold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that – gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin.<\/em> She won\u2019t remember your name. She\u2019ll just remember your smile, and she\u2019ll smile. She won\u2019t know why. It\u2019s a base, gut reaction. But she\u2019ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She\u2019ll remember your smile, and she\u2019ll smile.<\/p>\n And you know what? That\u2019s all that really matters in the end.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" nedhepburn: This one time I painted a living room with a girl. This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[222,239],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8591","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love","category-relationships"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8591","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8591"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8591\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}} |