I frown. "Come with me, I have something for you." I say. I grip his hand and lead him to my room. I open the door and he goes and sits on the bed. I dig in the closet until I find what I am looking for. I walk over and sit next to him. I had him the wrapped gift and sigh. "This was ment to be one of your Christmas gifts, but you can open it now. He opens it and there is a scrap book. "These are all our best memories." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile, staring down at the book in my hands. Tears burn behind my eyes, and I find I'm almost afraid to open it. Looking up at her, I don't know what to say.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smile as he looks at the cover. It has a photo of me oh his back and my arm around his neck. We are in the park at that moment. This has to be one of my favorite pictures.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I look at the picture, and my mind snaps back to that day. The memory plays in slow motion, and I hear nothing but Katie's laughter and the snap of the camera. Blinking out of it, I pull her close and wrap an arm around her waist.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside