The end is as important as the beginning…

They met…in a place surrounded by beauty, that inspired conversation as they danced around the awkwardness of meeting for the first time.

They laughed…boy did they laugh, at themselves, at things they learnt, shared, conquered.

They connected…in a way she had never connected with anyone before in her life, a connection so real it was unimaginable for two people like them to be that way.

They had fun! Boy did they have fun, or so she thought….as she would later learn she was the only one who was…a revelation so damning it knocked the wind out from her.

She tried…she felt if she was kind, patient, supportive, encouraging, sexy, sexual it would be enough…but it wasn’t…

They fucked! Oh yes they fucked…so good, there was a connection between them that every encounter inspired fireworks!

They feared…insecurities, hurt, inadequacies; she didn’t know his fears was as equal as hers…she would discover too late…

She cried…through the weeks of silence, as she sought answers as to why she felt deserted, abandoned, unwanted.

They spoke…after weeks of deafening silence….he danced around the elephant in the room, she charged towards it…

She was hurt….to know that the beginning really was the end…that the fears that existed when they started, still existed…

She wondered….why did he not share these thoughts with her before?

She cried… to realize that she didn’t mean to but she loved him…but for him she was nothing, not deserving of a hug, kiss, some comfort to remind and assure her that it all wasn’t just a big lie.

She was sad….to know that he was right; that the end, is indeed as important as the beginning… and the end was not the one she envisioned.