I wear this uniform for the last time.

Strap up the belt with its shining emblem. Whip up my watch which timed these 3 months. Lace my polished shoes tight. Wear my badge. Pin my stars. And yet again I crown myself with the hat flashing its crest that commands respect.

I see her in the mirror and stand tall. Spine erect , head held high, chin up. Eyebrows arched, eyes sharp and focused. A clean clear face with a shine that comes only with confidence and honour. Arrogance almost. Pride definitely.

I behold her, letting it etch my memory for keeps.

I leaf through my script for the last time, highlighted with markers, a million notes scribbled across. So much Information, so many emotions pepper the script. Can see the point of a sharpened pencil softening to blunt in the words.

I Read my last scene as though it is my first. I hear her voice. A Barely audible base yet Strong, authoritative, commanding.

She has consumed me and me her. And it’s time now, As she lets me go.

But I doubt I can ever……

I walk onto set to do my last scene. Seeing everyone who I said good morning to as strangers on the first day and dreading to say goodbye to as friends today.

I take a part of everyone who made “Her” and me complete.

But I leave behind a part of me that I never want to reclaim and proudly so.

And just like that he calls it a wrap!!!!