I like to read the last words of things.

It can be from a letter, a book, a poem, or just a message. The first words have no appeal. Only the last words. Sometimes I feel as though they are supposed to wrap the entire writing together.

But what I love most is that they almost never do. There is no closure to anything in the last sentence. Nothing that ties everything together.

(If you want closure, you need to read the last few pages, maybe the last few chapters even; or the last few sentences/paragraph if you are reading a letter or text message or whatever.)

Closure is not what I am searching for. I guess I just like the last sentence (sometimes even the last three sentences) because it brings everything to an end. Not in a way where you can feel content with the writing. Just in the way that you know it is all over.

I cannot read something whole if I do not first read the last sentence. Completely unable. Because maybe it shows me that there is a point where I can stop reading. Maybe it tells me something that I have yet to figure out.

Perhaps, even, I have stored all of these last sentences in my head for future reference.

(Okay, that sounded silly even to me.)

There is not really a lot I can say to explain why I am so obsessed with the last sentence of something.

But I can say that sometimes this last sentence is so meaningful, so inspiring. And that is what I love about them, too.

Maybe I want to make the last sentence of this to be meaningful. If not to you, then to me. So I have decided, that the last sentence of this writing will be meaningful, probably only to me. Here goes nothing:

**** the world; I am Linds and I am better than everything and everyone, even you.