You

You smile when you stroke my hair.
You dust off the car carpet before I sit in.
You adjust my car seat for me for my comfy.
You release my seat belt for me when you are parking the car.
You lower my seat and ask me to nap when I feel tired and will wake me up when we reach home.
You hold my hand throughout the rides we share.
You insist to throw the used tissue paper for me which I clasped tightly in my hands.
You carefully lead me to the car door and close it for me tho not all the time but I am already very glad.
You know me more than I know myself.
You laughed and move me back when I automatically wanting to hold the lift for the rest of the ppl, saying that “that is a man’s job”.
You asked me to wait in the car while you get my fav lean meat soup when you know I hate coffee shops.
You massage my legs for me when I just mention it lightly that they aches.
You bring along your jacket when we are going to watch a movie, knowing mine is thin enough only to cover my wrists.
You reminded me constantly of my diet and what I should not be eating when I am sick.
You frown when I insist eating chicken or fry food and spend time coaxing me "its for my good"
You remember I dislike eating fish.
You buy mineral water and store them in the car before you meet me.
You quietly waited for me to dress up for our date till you doze off on my sofa.
You said you wanna pack my room for me.
You remember not only my habits, but you also takes care of my family, asking if my brother is at Aljunied, thinking that you can give him a ride on your way if you travel over to meet me.
You reminded me to tell my mother don’t climb up so high without proper ladder.
You respect my parents by insisting on dressing up properly on the 1st dinner together.
You drove my brother over for dinner, drove him back for his fyp, and drove to your own house to get the charger for my sister, before sending me home, then drove back home alone.
You share with me your happiness and frustrations at work.
You reminded me it has been so long since you last seen me shopping, hinting that I should start my retail therapy.



These, which you may think I may not give a damn
But these, I truly care.

And treasure them more than the luxury you have given and share,
which not even a penny can exchange for each care.