We crave for endings, or do we? When you know things are going to end, you know the end, and you wish things to just fast forward, just get over with it. And yet sometimes in retrospect you wish if things didn’t. Just one more walk with a friend, one more hug, the sadness of ending, and the intimacy amidst it. People do meet after it, only to realize lot of things have changed. Life happens. Intimacy of those endings, lost somewhere.
But may be things are meant to be that way. Soon seems abrupt and long seems too much. All life is grappling with the sense of an ending. Parting ways, kissing good nights, death of someone close, or sometimes silently waiting for your own death. The time comes. Things end. Sometimes too soon, sometimes late. But they do.