While digging through old journals and writings, I came across this poem that I wrote a few years ago. It is rather simplistic and slightly dramatic (pardon my emo high school self), but I find the theme to be incredibly applicable even after years have passed. While this poem focuses on how the words "I love you" do not mean anything without the support of loving actions, the reverse is equally applicable. I believe that love is not something that is demonstrated through declarations or grand gestures, but rather through the small moments of daily life. Recognizing the accomplishments of a person you love or even just saving them a slice of pizza without being asked are the truest ways that you can tell someone you love them, in my opinion. Sometimes these kinds of little deeds go unnoticed or undocumented, but that is what love is to me: thinking of someone else, without having to be rewarded or recognized, in the subtleties of everyday life.