Endings are never easy; I always build them up so much in my head they can’t possibly live up to my expectations and I just end up disappointed. I’m not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end. I guess it’s because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang onto our every word that they care what we think. But the truth is you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone feel a little better...
After that it’s all about the people that you let into your life. And as my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen before, I was taken to memories of family, of schoolmates, of lost love, even those who have left us. And the more I thought about them, the more we all came together in a wave of shared experience and even though it felt warm and safe I knew it had to end…
It’s never good to live in the past too long, and as for the future, thanks to Her, it doesn't seem so scary anymore. It could be whatever I want it to be. And who’s to say this isn't what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won’t come true? Just this once…
