I realise that most endings happen to us. That often, you don’t know the last word will be the last until it already has been. Handing in a school assignment. Getting a hug from my mother. Sleeping in the only bed I’ve ever slept in. Kissing her in the shadows of my family home. Feeling her reach deep inside me. You just don’t know that the last time is going to be the last time until it already has been.
