It wasn't the first time I'd heard it, but it was the first time it had applied to me. And at that point, I knew everything was changing. Or rather, I knew everything already had changed.
I tried to resume my life as if everything was the same, but something still felt different. I could feel it in the very essence of my soul. And I soon figured out what it was. It was the beginning of the end.
It's like when there are two weeks left of summer, and everyone feels rushed to finish doing all the things they said they would do over the summer: lose their virginity, eat every flavor snowball that was written on the board, get so wasted that you can't remember a full day, take that one last road trip. Everyone knows the feeling.
I found this feeling to be somewhat comforting after a while; in a way it made me feel reassured, that I wasn't stuck here forever. And here we come upon the core of the ending