So I Let Her Go, Too. And

The Real Heroes Anyway Aren't The People Doing Things; The Real Heroes Are The People Noticing Things, Paying Attention.

It Was Not Enough To Be The Last Guy She Kissed. I Wanted To Be The Last One She Loved.

I Don't Suppose I Can Wear The Flamingo Tie," He Said As He Pulled On Black Socks. "it's A Bit Festive, Given The Occasion," I Responded. "can't Wear It To The Opera," Said The Colonel, Almost Smiling. "can't Wear It To A Funeral. Can't Use It To Hang Myself. It's A Bit Useless, As Ties Go." I Gave Him A Tie.

Most Loves Don't Last. But Some Do.

He Called Out To His Fellow Monks,'come Quickly I Am Tasting Stars.