If we knew this was the end, would we do things differently? If I knew this would be the last thing I ever wrote, would I write something different? If I knew this conversation would be the last conversation with you, would I say something else? If I knew this was the last kiss, would I kiss you differently? If I knew this was the last time I was ever going to have sex with you, would I do something else....more of something... less? If this was the last book I could ever read, would I still choose to read this book?
They say endings are just new beginnings, but sometimes endings are just endings. Sometimes there is no new beginning, no do over, no chance to speak again, read again, kiss again or be naked with a person again.
So, if you knew, if I knew, this was the last word, is this what I would write? If this is the last conversation, is this the one I want to have? If that was the last kiss, was it a good one?
Yes...this is what I would write. No, that conversation probably wasn't the one I would have chosen to have if I knew it was the last one. Yes, that kiss was amazing and even though I didn't know it was the last one, it was a good one. No, if I had known that was the last time I'd be naked with that person, I would have made it more special. A better place...a better atmosphere...a better ending.
Yet, I know that when I speak to people I care about, they know for sure I care about them. My family is sure I love them. My friends are sure I value them. I left my job today in good spirits and they know I enjoy it. That last kiss...it was good. That last naked time...as perfect as every time before. Late at night, when the world is quiet, I know my kids are confident that I love them. Late at night, when the world is not so quiet and thoughts scatter, my friends know they can call and together we will gather those scattered thoughts. Late at night, when sleep won't come, and life feels anything but perfect, there will be memories of perfection and there can be confidence that one person out there in the world thinks that you are exactly perfect.
There has to be endings. But if we take the time to have true conversations, write the right words, kiss with our whole self, tell the people in our lives how much we love them, and show appreciation for perfection, those endings can be good rather than bad, peaceful rather than full of loss.
I believe it's better to say all the mushy, ridiculous, goofy, girly, sentimental, over the top things rather than reach an ending and not have said them. So, if these were the last words I ever wrote, then know that I love my family, chose the book, kissed with my whole soul and experienced perfection.
This is an ending. But just of this...it's not the end of everything.