Decent Datingish article (link) up the other day discussing the idea of closure. It’s an interesting concept. Everyone needs closure after a traumatic event like a breakup or a death. For me, I started feeling that nagging urge to get closure a couple weeks after the breakup at the point when my dopamine starved receptors were setting my brain on fire. Cue onslaught of horribly foolish and unnecessary letters and emails.
It took me a while to realize that I was the only one who was going to be able to give myself closure. I’d like to think that the actual moment of closure occurs when you accept that you don’t want to be with the other person. At the same time, it also means that you don’t hold a grudge and that you’ve let go of past grievances. And although I have reached this point, I think, it still makes me frustrated and sad to remember what I once built with a human being and what is now irreparably fucked. C’est la vie.
Across a thousand miles of broken glass on my hands and knees,
I would crawl if for a moment we could cease hostilities