I laugh, in thought. "Do you remember when my parents went out of town and left me at home? You dropped me off and said you would pick me up after pratice. Well I called you and your stupid phone was off. Then it started, so I had to walk home in the rain." I tell him. "I could not let you let you live that down, so I went to your house, soaking wet and made you feel bad."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
