Endings are goodbyes.
Beginnings are hellos.
The middle is the fights, hugs, love, joy, adventures, dark days, taken chapter by chapter.
I am finishing a recent chapter, I’ve tried to keep it going for so long, but now I’m done fighting.
One day, I will skim back and laugh, because it all worked out for something better. I may know this, but I somehow I still want it here.
Because this chapter was personal and at first perfect, but then turned and stabbed me in the back. He’s slipping through my fingers, though I never had him. My life is shifting, though I never had control.