The truth is—small talk isn’t so small with you.
You talk of the weather; I hear the clouds conspiring at the horizon.
You talk of groceries; I think of the many aisles I want to walk with you.
You talk of your day; I know I am special because these words are mine alone.
I don’t know how it came to be, but I am with the most interesting person in the world and nothing will ever be small.