I Saw Something In His

John Cusack Is Standing Over There.” I Followed His Incredulous Gaze To Where A Man Very Like Mr. Cusack Did Indeed Stand, Smoking A Cigarette As He Leaned Against A Building. I Sighed. “that’s Not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.” “seriously?” “yup. I Told You He Looked Like John Cusack.” “keyword: Looked. That Guy Doesn’t Look Like Him. That Guy Is Him.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?

Don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go.

It Was A Lame Excuse, And I Knew That Wasn't The Reason He Was Canceling. If He Wanted To Avoid Me, I Would Have Preferred He Made Up Something About How He And The Other Guardians Had To Up Moroi Security Or Practice Top-secret Ninja Moves.

You Can't Save Everyone, Though God Knows You Try.