Do you remember?

Do you remember that time I was house sitting for a family my senior year of high school and I was living there alone? There was a thunderstorm in the area and even though you were at a Braves game, you called me because you knew I was scared of storms. I tried to pretend to be tough but you wanted to keep talking to me to make sure I was ok. The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door. You had left the game early and raced home to comfort me, all the while staying on the phone with me so you could surprise me. We made popcorn and curled up on the couch listening to music to help hide the sound of the thunder crashing.

Do you remember that? I do.