the day after the dance weekend, i sat next to her like usual.
we were quiet for a little while.
i thanked her for the stargazing night.
she smiled shyly and said it was no problem.
then she suddenly blurted out something that has stuck in my mind forever:
"what if beginnings were ends and ends were beginnings?"
i couldn't quite figure it out.
then again, i couldn't quite figure her out.
so it was perfect.
but i still tried to figure her out. she was an endless puzzle to me, an endless mystery.
i'm still trying.
