I never really liked endings. Why?Because they suck, that's why.
First of all, endings are inevitable. There was, is, and will be an end to anything.
Secondly, there are more ways to end something than there are shades of colors, and in my experience, no ending is truly good.
One of the worst, and my personal least favorite, is when someone you actually started caring about leaves you. The person that, out of all the other seven billion or so humans, you chose to actually give a damn about.
It's not their parting that upsets me. I can still remember the good times. I am sad because they're over.
There is no sequel, no continuing story, or plot twist. They're simply discontinued.
You can never get back any of the moments no matter how hard you try to recreate it, and believe me, I've tried countless times. It will never be the same.
People come and go, it's a fact. Forever is usually cut short so I don't generally take the chance.
Earlier I said there's an ending to anything, BUT there's no ending for nothing. There can't be an end to something you don't start.
You can't crash an unbuilt car.
All endings are the same in... well, the end.
Endings leave you with the sinking feeling, the one without the water. The one that is inescapable because it only threatens your mind.
The one that can't be fixed because it only exists in your mind.
I guess since the end is inevitable, I shouldn't worry. However, I still worry. I'll frantically search for a loop hole, a way to avoid the impending demise.
Sadly there is no way, no way in Hell (and Heaven as well).
Now that I think about it, I guess there is one thing about endings that I like. Endings complete the story, whatever the story may be. In the moment, the story unfolds and the tales are a reality, but when they've ended, they're done. The book has been closed. I can a place it in the archive. Now it's mine to keep forever, so in a way, it never ended.
Confusing, right?
Well it's over now, you don't have to worry (unless worrying is your "thang").
In conclusion, endings suck.
Addendum: I suck at writing them too.
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