this is where the story ends

The last chapter is always the hardest. You rush to the end to see how it will turn out, only to find that the end isn't what you seek. You want the beginning; to start it over again. To feel every moment and emotion just once more so you'll never forget, but it's too late. It's all over and you can't go back. Sure, you can re-read all you want, but it will never feel the same, and it will only bring on the longing that you feel for the past. We can pretend the past isn't real, but without our pasts... mistakes, loves, successes, pains... who are we? No one.
My story is ending, along with many of those around me. Not forever, but up until this point I have been a child. The end of my former life is coming closer, too close. It hurts to face the final stages. I will try everything to fill them with moments of exhilaration, enlightenment, laughter, freedom, and mostly happiness... but no matter what I do, it won't bring back what I've lost. I try to feel the lingering sensations of childish thrill, but I can no longer completely let go of my fears and desires. They haunt me.
I know there is one thing I will never lose. It's been said that children can feel the world around them, they are susceptible to even the slightest change in atmosphere. They can sense catastrophes, read people without speaking to them, even communicate with the paranormal. I refuse to relinquish my ability to absorb the energies of the world. I live for those granted moments during which I lose all of who I am and become a part of that which surrounds me. Beyond all forms of emotion, so unfamiliar it's numbing... somehow vertigo... however, a most welcome revelation.
So no matter what we are losing with this next coming school year, or wherever the end of your story may be, it is possible to stay like this forever. It comes from within.