No, Alice. You are not going to falter. This is it. This time, you’re going to pack up all your things. Once and for all. And maybe, clean up those damned coffee stains.

            Alice stood up and resumed her packing. How did I accumulate so much stuff in 6 months? She wondered.

            ‘What is this?’ There was a post-it note with a hand-written message on a lettuce-green, frilly top of hers. It was Dana’s distinctively neat handwriting.

            ‘Please return me to the organic food produce section where I really belong. Thank you.’

            Alice couldn’t help bursting out in laughter. Yeah. Dana hated this top. She had only worn it once, to the Planet and Dana had forbid her from wearing it again.

            ‘You look like a walking Caesar’s salad, Al!’

            ‘I like this top!’

            ‘Why does it have to be so leafy?’ Pinching one of the leaves between her index finger and thumb, Dana’s eyebrows knitted together in a mixed expression of disgust and bewilderment.

            Alice chuckled and ran her fingers through Dana’s wavy brown hair. Dana could be unbelievably blunt at times. But she never meant any harm to anyone. That was just the way Dana was, fiercely honest and transparent, never harbouring any hidden intentions or agendas. And that was just one thing among an endless list of reasons why Alice loved Dana. Add to that the irresistibly adorable expression Dana was wearing on her tanned face now, Alice couldn’t help but throw a loving embrace around the woman she loved with all her heart, Dana’s face nestled snugly in the crook of her neck.

            ‘So will you not wear it again?’ Dana said in a child-like voice.

            ‘Yes baby. I won’t wear it again.’ Pausing for a split second, she continued ‘Well at least not when I’m out with you.’

            ‘You horrible vegetable monster!’ Dana said in her most menacing voice, as she proceeded to tickle Alice at the sides until they were both out of breath.

            Peeling the post-it off gently, Alice ran her fingers lovingly over the words. It was these little gestures that meant so much. Recently, Dana had taken to pasting Post-its all over the house (sometimes on living things too). Some were reminders (like this one here), some carried jokes (at least in Dana’s definition, they were jokes.), and some were just simply sweet.