Endings are never easy. I always build them up so much in my head that 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 on to our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. As my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves… even of those who have left us. And as I rounded that corner they all came at me 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.
The future can 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?
The future can 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?
