Its never over till it's over.
One day and many meanings to these few words.
The end often comes out of the blue, when you least expect it. Or maybe when you'd like to least expect it.
And sometimes its not the end, but the end of the beginning, as you wait for the bigger better things to come along;just a wait for the next stage.*
And sometimes you have to end it yourself, coz it's never over till you bring it to an end.
There's a beauty in some endings. A part of you, finding a strange contentment in the heartache. A little hope. A little disillusionment. A little part of you that's been set free. The world might have come crumbling down but that just means a clean slate right? A chance to build it again, a little differently from the last time. Dream a new dream.
And the end doesn't come with a big bang. It comes quietly and leaves little behind. Perhaps that's the most difficult part, the emptiness that it leaves behind.
What it does leave behind is a lot of regret. Reflections. Images. Quiet nights. A strange vacuum when you have nothing to do or say. Lapses of judgment. Dreamless sleep. Questions. No answers. Unsaid, bitter words. Distrust. And a shattered self esteem.
And sometimes a longing for one last chance to say I Miss You.
*Thank You Viki for not making my belief in this one falter. :)