I hated all kinds of endings.
The last page of the book. The credits. A loved one passing away. So I avoided them mostly. But endings have a way of sneaking up on me. Surprise me by jumping out of the blue and reminding me, there is no escaping them.
This ending I was unprepared for. For the beginning was my idea. The days passed. Weeks too. Words flowed. The connection brewed. Routines were set and I was happy abiding by it.
Even from the start, the end was in sight. Yet, I was hardly preparing for it.
Now I wonder what next? Where do I go from here?