January 18, 2013
There are small endings. Imperceptible from afar but they add up and form small mountains, that in about a few years they become creatures of their own, capable of getting under your bed and making you cry at night, you will wonder for weeks upon weeks why you are sad about a small ending, and you will not know that it's because that small ending is the last of its kind. Something like it will not happen again, you mourn that even if you don't know the specifics yet. In the future you will understand, but not today. Not today.