My friend's little sister just started college this fall. I was at their house today and a handful of her friends were over including a guy in her class I had gotten to know over the past few months. He is genuinely kind, puts others first, and for an 18 years old really has his life together. I don't know him well, but I can tell he values the important things. Everytime I am over there so is he. Today, as my friend's little sister asked him to move his car while looking out the window, I saw it. The look of a guy who deserves it all but will never ask for more. She was wearing workout leggings, a baggy shirt, and smudgy mascara. As she gazed out the window at another guy, his eyes scanned up her body, starting at her barefeet. Not the hungry-eyed gaze, but the gaze of someone admiring a Degas or Renoir, considering the entire picture, while appreciating every brushstroke. It lasted less than five seconds, but the last three involved the adoration of her eyes. And that's when it hit me: love happens everyday, and perhaps most of the time, we never even notice.