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Things end. It is inevitable. Time goes, things change, people move, new phases in life start. How come every ending leaves you wondering? Where are they now, what are they doing, what could have happened? Every ending has a new beginning somewhere in there, but nothing ever stays constant. You adjust to change, you make an ending a happy thing but when do we settle into a life? When do things stop ending and stop hurting? Does the door that closes behind an "ending" stay shut for good? Is it possible to go back and relive those moments, and remember how you felt? What if things never ended? I don't like endings, they are too definite. I hate when I see people leave, and when stories stop abruptly. I am always wondering. I wonder all the time about the endings in my life. I wonder if my life as a child is over, or if the closeness with my family is starting to close as well. I want to know how and if my friendships will end, and I want to know what doors will open. I am curious, and curiosity always kills the cat.