Closure

Closure.

What an underrated feeling.

I never understood how meaningful it could be.

My naive 18 year old mind convinced itself that closure comes from within...

But what if it doesn't?

What if we are just suppressing the emotions until one fortunate evening when closure comes knocking on our doors?

I don't think waiting for that moment to come begging for our attention is worth pausing our racing thoughts for...

We're supposed to process our emotions but sometimes comprehending them only occurs after they slow down...

What happens then?

Our family and friends tell us to get over it.

We tell others that they have the key to the door that closes this chapter.

I hear echoes of my subconscious attempting to create closure.

For me, it didn't happen from within...

Not this time.

I thought it was over, when I was actually just stepping on my feelings, like a large truck passing over a speed bump...

I didn't know that I was driving on a road that looped continuously

I couldn't find the exit until one random day...

The day my heart raced faster than my thoughts, as my tongue fought to describe my emotions...

As my mind forced itself to organize the feelings of hurt...

As my heart forged its bond with the broken pieces of the past...

Closure.

A moment we need but can't admit we do.

A moment that comes for the lucky.

A moment created from within by the hopeful.

A moment that is worth so many lessons this world may teach us.

We need closure...

Or not?