Everything Ends, People Move On,

The Last Laugh, The Last Cup Of Coffee, The Last Sunset, The Last Time You Jump Through A Sprinkler, Or Eat An Ice-cream Cone, Or Stick Your Tongue Out To Catch A Snowflake. You Just Don't Know.

This Is What We Are Made For: Promises, Pledges, And Sworn Oaths Of Obedience.

Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

The Thing Is, You Don't Get To Know. It's Not Like You Wake Up With A Bad Feeling In Your Stomach. You Don't See Shadows Where There Shouldn't Be Any. You Don't Remember To Tell Your Parents You Love Them Or--in My Case--remember To Say Good-bye To Them At All.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.