when I was younger and I wrote a lot, I used to bring a notebook with my everywhere I went.
I would sit in places that had a lot of people like parks, cafés, my school, the airport, and I’d just watch people
I’d write down little quirks that I saw and liked
like they way the boy across from me would take exactly 5 sips of his coffee before he’d put it down again
or the way the girl ordering her drink from the barista would tap her fingers against her thigh with each syllable she spoke
I’d watch for little things like that, things that someone who was in love would find endearing. just in case I ever wrote a story about someone falling in love.
I looked for all those things in other people and never stopped to think about little things I did.
I never found any of the little weird things I did cute or lovable. I just found them weird.
so I just wanna remind everyone, mostly myself, that if you’re always looking for good in others, make sure you look for the good in you as well
because there’s a lot of it but we don’t always see it
maybe there’s a random person at a coffee shop thinking that the way you trace your fingers over the pictures in the book you’re reading is cute and they’re writing it down. wanting to put a piece of you into a character they’re going to spend a lot of their love creating.