Most picture the end as something that must come,
something sad and anxious,
something that souls don’t wish to come into contact with.
But for her it was completely the opposite.
The end was what she sought for most of the time,
and it was finally here.
The end of her journey was called Jon.
He was a brawny guy with cerulean eyes, as artists would say.
He had a tough character that would only melt at the sight of her,
with the biggest heart a man could carry.
And he entered her life by coincidence,
just happened to pass by.
But the passerby turned out to be the end,
and the end brought a lot of love and compassion.
And all of a sudden she was overwhelmed with feelings of fear and joy.
She was scared he would leave,
but she was too happy for having found the one.
And now he stood before her,
smiling away,
gazing deep inside the pools in her eyes,
waiting.
And as she stood right in front of him,
and as the static electricity pleaded for her to touch his body,
she immediately blurted out these words:
I should be lost without you
And with this, his smile faded,
and his eyes grew wide and full of joy,
speaking the many wonders his lips wouldn’t let him.
And so her lips parted wide, smiling away the smile she never thought she could,
holding onto his face gently,
caressing his soul,
and letting their lips engage into a wondrous occurrence.
For the first time the end had proved to be a great thing.
And for the first time the end turned out to be just the beginning.
