I wake the next morning and rise off his shoulder. I smile because I am in his arms. I kiss his cheek and smile wider when his eyes open. "Morning." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
