the oranges i'd peel for you

i love this phrase so much. maybe not even the meaning behind it — you know, im old enough to peel my oranges, and i dont really like them in the first place, — but the history of romance hid behind it. you see, we, as society, used to understand love in grand frames. the most common love history was one about the knight saving the princess from terrifying dragon; then it'd be leaving everything — your wealth and family, — behind to be with your one; then — working hard to be able to support your one, to let them afford anything they want. and now it is this — peeling oranges. you see, how the frame compressed, how tiny it became? from saving your love from great danger, risking your life, sacrificing it for the safety of your love, to just peeling the oranges. they don't even have to be bought by you — you just peel them. the frame of love compressed. but it doesn't mean that we don't love the way knights or rich runaways did; we see love in smaller things, in smaller acts of care, in everyday sacrifices of our time and energy. ask your partner if they have eaten today, clean their table, fix their bed sheets, cut the bread for them. love is everywhere — in holding hands while crossing the road, in heavy grocery bags, in forgotten phone charger, in oranges.