Write one leaf about something you consider “cute.”
So many things are cute without our knowing why: life's tiny details filling us with senseless love and joy. The smell of birthday candle in a group of friends. The glow of a child's face and the whiskers of the neighbor's cat.Cute is the way the love of my life will hold a spoon or a paintbrush, fingers bent just so. His knobby knuckles clenched in consternation and eyebrows furrowed. The admirable never-ending clash of frustration and willpower. Knowing that he always tries his best.
Cute is the way my roommate talks through a mouth of toothpaste--cheeks puffy with foam, the mischievous way she sprawls on a couch. And the day it suddenly becomes okay to rest my head on her shoulder during a movie.
Cute is when a friend leaves for a faraway place, and secretly you hold on to the hope that you will see each other again soon, because somehow you can't imagine life without her and so you won't even try.
