It's the little gestures that mean everything.
A single well-chosen word out of an entire paragraph that makes it beautiful and uplifting and a dozen other great things.

A girl I know, who spent the night with my roommate (no, not in that way, sadly), walks past my bed on her way out and runs her fingernails through my (mostly asleep) hair. Hey, we haven't forgotten you. You're still appreciated.

This is why I'm always trying to make everybody happy. Because every once in awhile somebody returns the favor, and it somehow carries the thanks of everybody.

Oh, by the way.
I think you're cute. ^^