"and those will be enjoyed too"

Another line from my sweetheart for the quotebook, in my personal clueyness collection, the curation of things she has said and done that are adorably cute, that sometimes bring tears to my eyes when I think of them, for reasons I really can't define, that probably wouldn't make sense to anyone else, or even her. 

We went out to the jetty the other night, to try and cheer Erin up, caused she'd been depressed for quite a while. It worked decently well, she got a lot out of the setting like she does, appreciating nature and the shell of civilization at the edge of that nature in this island city, so much more than me, but I enjoy her nutritious and soulful intake of that nature beyond my limits by proxy: the setting of the sun on one side and the rising of the moon on the other, prelude to the bloodmoon eclipse that we missed cause we both decided we weren't up for getting out of bed at 3am the next morning, the many herons and weird little red fish jumping on the surface, and the juvenile gulls she speculated were naive and foolish enough to try and catch the weird red fish, one of them seemed to actually pull it off, and all the people passing by that we heard snippets of conversation from, almost all of whom seemed to be in the midst of inter-personal conflicts narrated in therapy speak, we both had that same thought at the same time and joked about it, was such a nice feeling, the comfort of our inside jokes and private language and similar perceptions and how we inhabit the same little cabin with a porthole on the crazy world in this bad timeline... and she had a sudden craving for hot apple cider, a little cheer-up treat for tonight, and I caught the craving myself, and we went on a mission to find some because it wasn't easy this time of night, and ended up detouring to the save-on-foods, and looking everywhere and not finding anything but garden variety apple juice, except after we'd bought the apple juice, and a bag of oranges and cinnamon sticks to try and spruce it up, and we were leaving the store, and there in the damn post-checkout display were bottles of apple cider! So, walking out of the store, we debated on whether we should just eat the 13$ and get a bottle of this over-priced pretentious cold cider that you're probably not meant to heat up, but we'd bet was tasty, and we turned around in the parking lot and went back and bought the cider, laughing about how ridiculous we felt coming back in again, and Erin, talking about the bag of oranges and apple juice we'd already bought, said: "well, and those will be enjoyed too."

It's a bundle of things I don't have the mania it would take to try and properly define right now. The language, the turn of phrasing, the.... other stuff, I dunno, you know? No, but that's okay. But you know that kind of thing, right, like you got your own version? Maybe? I know my sister has her own version, she's the one who introduced me to the idea of clueyness, like Rose introduced me to the idea of ASMR, the miracle of a thing I thought was so personal being defined as a thing many others have experienced.