Sometimes you do something and you already know it’s the last time.
Admittedly, you can’t be sure, but you feel it.
Everything around you tells you so.
You have that magical feeling you know so well,
when you know it’s like the last page of a book.
As if you were about to close it.
And it was meant to stay with you—only the memory of it.
Then, in retrospect, you see that it was true after all.
It really was…the last time…
