Closure

Closure is knowing why.

Why wasn’t I good enough? Why didn’t we get the chance to experience happily ever after? Why did you leave?

It’s a charade of a mature discussion between the one who walked away and the one left behind. It’s a conversation between two people on two extreme poles of emotions; one with a broken heart and the other without a scratch.

It’s an attempt at reopening old wounds. Wounds that may have healed. Or wounds dressed up with the right amount of makeup to look like a fading scar.

It’s living all over again that day a heart was torn apart while one walked away inadvertently holding unto the left ventricle of the other. It is about the fake smiles and teary eyes that never get a chance to spill.

It’s not moving on, it’s just torture.

A necessary evil I don’t know how to live without