I hate endings. I know they are a part of the cycle of life. That every good story must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. That people come and go in our lives. That friendships that should have lasted forever don’t. It’s just the natural progression of things.
Logically, I get it. But emotionally, goodbyes are always heart wrenching for me. Because they feel so final.
It makes me terrible at letting things go.
I delayed reading the last Harry Potter book for 2 years. Do you know how hard it was to avoid all those spoilers? Luckily, by then I had my own characters to keep me company. It was the only way I could say goodbye to Harry and Hermione.
Now, there’s True Blood. I loved the Charlaine Harris books. Practically inhaled them. But I still haven’t read the last two. Because that’s it. Then it’s over.
I just got around to watching the last season of True Blood on HBO. I spent six years hanging out with the folks in Bon Temps. I didn’t want to stop hearing about their lives. But it was time to say goodbye.
It felt incredibly well executed. Especially how things went down between Sookie and Bill. Like we were always headed that way from season 1. It was a very satisfying ending.
But it was still an ending, so I had to prepare for it to be over. It took me a while to be ready to say farewell to my favorite characters. And I still cried.
Now, I’m finally watching the final season of How I Met Your Mother. But I can only do it because I missed a lot of the previous season so I know there is more. That this ending isn’t a complete ending.
How do you feel about endings? Do you have trouble finishing the last book in a beloved series or watching a final season of your favorite tv show?
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