Maybe I fell for the myth of it all. Not only did I spend too much time listening to Pop songs that ruined my whole adolescence I also believed that life and relationships were suppose to be like John Cusack holding a radio above his head playing Peter Gabriel, spouting a fairy tale as if it was the truth. Yet I sit here watching “Say Anything” over and over again, looking for some universal truth, something I may have missed but alas it is not there, and she is not here, and this is a painful ninety minutes of my life. So I get up and walk away from the television, For a brief moment I pause and inch closer to the television as If just maybe Lloyd Dobler will look at me and call me a poor fool for believing in him, in this idea that love conquers all. I head out to my front patio, pass the kitchen we kissed each and I pause again this time gazing out my window where I see a young boy, playing with a young girl and I think to myself enjoy it kid, cause she will cause you a road of heartbreak. I should know.