I love it when people remember the little things. All the tiny, seemingly insignificant parts of you that were barely mentioned once in a conversation long ago. Your favorite ice cream flavor. A song you were singing. A story you told from the day. When that happens to me, I feel like I’m leaving a pale imprint on the world. Light, but there. Noticeable if you’re looking. I feel as if someone besides me cares about me and my life and the things I hold close to my heart. It’s the best feeling in the world.