The End by Trevor Meyer

Sometimes I sit on my porch, and I watch the sun go down. Sometimes someone is there with me. Sometimes it's a friend, sometimes it's a stranger. Every time we watch the sun set, holding each other's hand, we know that the end is near. We reflect on what we've been through together, how we've helped each other grow. And as we watch the colors change from blues, to greens, to oranges and pinks, to the inevitable black we feel a sense of pride, occasionally guilt or sorrow, but more often than not happiness. Today I'm sitting with my class and the sun has been setting for a while now, but we've just recently been made painfully aware of that fact. We hold each other's hands tight in anticipation, it's the final countdown, it's the Dick Clark's Times Square ball drop we've been headed towards for eighteen years. We think about all that we've done, all that we've accomplished, all we wish we would have done, the friends we lost, the friends we made, the memories made with those friends, and the friends we plan on keeping, the ones we couldn't stay away from if we tried. We take one final breath and we say goodbye, one more chapter completed and an innumerable amount of pages to fill. Thank you all for everything, it's been one hell of a ride, and I'm glad that I was able to share it with you.