What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Oh land of farms and green hills mild Once formed by giants rough and wild With massive paws they gripped and tore With one great rip they formed the shore Where heavy boots left prints so deep Blue lakes remain 'tween summits steep The giants fought beneath our skies And from their bones our mountains rise

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady