Closure
There is no such thing as closure. It is just an ocean of pain you try to keep stitched up and away, and you get hit by it every day. Only when you remember to breathe.
It is laughable. That you think love could be extinguishable. That you can be as numb or aloof as the lost ones.
Your love was never a badge of honor. But you would have worn it like it was. You only needed to carry it against your skin to remind you of the life you wanted all along.
Please do not try to be brave and strong and good. You are too smart you know this thing is the rarest gift. You can let die the ugly and still hold the truth:
Your love is living proof of the best things this stupid life has to offer.
This hit in a really honest way. I like how you talked about closure without trying to clean it up or make it sound easier than it is. The way you described love as something that doesn’t disappear just because the relationship ends felt real and human, and it’s a reminder a lot of people probably need.