Beginnings are easier than endings. Always. They are light yellow, they are young, they always offer promise. Or hope. Or even beauty. Today I wrote my 200th beginning, the 200th time that I have tried to tell you, my favorite stranger, anonymous comforting familiar you, the you who is always there and never there, the you who I know and will never know, the you who will listen to what happened, over and over and over again.