The most love I experienced this year was via a window on Instagram. 

I parted with a TV show suggestion that moved me. A few months later, as near strangers, he parted with one that he thought would move me. 

I waited a while to hear from him again. Perhaps, anticipation. 

Would he enquire on how I liked it or would there be silent confidence, in having read me like a book and knowing what would work and what wouldn't, despite never having seen my face in person. 

His confidence won. The show got me. Enough for me to know it was definitely worth a shot, that I missed on. 

I'm convinced, there's no greater love language in this world than pleasing someone with what they'd like to see on screen.