It's one of those things I don't really know how to do. How to deal with. I like it best just in the middle. After awkward introductions, before painful goodbyes. When you can't remember the start, and there's no ending in sight. That's the best part. Of anything, really. A book, a concert, a film, a relationship. A relationship. How do you end that? How do you end days and months, sometimes years, of interaction? Of talking, touching, learning, laughing, kissing. How do you find the words to say "it's been so, so very great to be with you, but I'm not going to anymore"? And even when you've found the words, where do you find the will? Buried, under the lump in your throat, as you grab their waist, knowing what is coming? Hiding, behind the tears you blink away, as they put their lips to yours, so soft, so slow? The words don't want to. Just like you. So you smile as they pull away, wishing it would last just a tiny second longer, but it doesn't, and they smile back at you, and you each walk your way, and you're not touching, and you never will again, and you squeeze out a "bye!" and they do the same. And that's how I do endings.
I don't.
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