I smile and lean on his shoulder. "We need to go out soon. If we stay here, you will never learn to control yourself." I say, running my hand through his hair.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and get up. I find my clothes and put them on. "Where is a place that not many people go in the summer?" I ask. "I have been here in a long time."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot