I wake the next morning, confused. I do not feel the same feeling, because there is no movement. I slip out of his arms and look out the window and see nothing but clear blue water and white sand. We were finally in the Caribbean.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
