Note: I attempted several times to write an ending to this piece. As I have written it without much thought, and mostly raw emotion, I found it very difficult to equal anything like the above. I was explaining how I was feeling to a friend of mine, Liz, and showed her this piece. When I told her that I wished I could write an ending, she replied, "But you don't know the ending yet, do you? Because it hasn't happened yet, you know. You wrote what you know. It might be scary or alarming to attempt to project what has yet to happen." I realized how true this was, and wanted to share my epiphany with you.