There’s something terribly wrenching about sudden endings, a
small but permanent shift where you step out of one world and into another one.
Even if the difference between the two is relatively small – a new apartment
building instead of the old one, a breakup you hadn’t seen coming – there’s
something disorienting about being cut off from the life you’ve been
experiencing until just recently. Even though most of the important parts are
still firmly in place, it can never quite be the same as it once was. Something
that was enough of a part of it to be almost instinctive has ended, and as such
is now forever out of your reach.
You wish you’d been warned somehow, because surely a chance
to say goodbye would have made the loss easier. You could have made a plan for
what you were going to do without whatever it is you lost, or simply taken some
time to become accustomed to the thought of letting go. To try and figure out
who you are now. But the truth is, there’s never really enough warning. That
last step will always feel too final, and you will always wish you had just one
more day in the life you’d gotten so used to. It’s in human nature to always
want one more goodbye.
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