The end will come

The end of lives, both short and long.

The end of your first love and of your last

The end of happy days and sad ones

The end of good memories and bad

The end of laughing until you can’t breath

The end of staying up late gossiping with your best friends,

Telling them everything.

I mean EVERYTHING.

The end of parent always telling you what to do,

and always asking you where you are.

The end of prom dress shopping, and looking for the perfect pair of jeans.

The end of sitting in class for hours and passing notes to your friends.

The end of wondering what will come next,

and the end of making those hard decisions.

The end of arguing with sibling

The end of weddings and marriages and families.

The end of driving and parallel parking

The end of wanting to go home, and doing anything to get there

The and of being happy and being sad

The end of grandparents pinching your cheeks.

There’s an end to life and death.

The good thing about the end is that there’s always a new beginning.

A beginning of life and love,

Of new memories and new laughs

A beginning for new friendships that will forever

A beginning for boys that make you blush,

and for ones that make you cry.

There’s a beginning for crying for your mother,

and for unopened presents.

There’s a beginning for new family and for old,

for wishing you’d looked both ways before crossing the street

for unpaid debts and for needed money

for doing things your not supposed to

and for going to strange new lands and meeting strange new people.

There will be a beginning and an end for everything,

All that matters is what you make of it.