Everyone’s really just looking for the climax.
The rest is just details and dialogue.
I think the only thing worse than closure at the end of a relationship is realizing that closure is all you really have left. That’s when you really know it’s over, when you can’t think of any way to save it from crumbling or savor the last drops of your time together. I’ve always believed that closure was that one final “this is what you’re going to be missing out on, I’m better off without you” moment. But instead, it’s almost like this huge failure; it’s as if you’ve both thrown in the towel and realize that you’ve failed at making something work. But then there’s nothing left to save and you’re just standing there, staring at a person whose soul you used to see and understand, but all you see is emptiness. That’s how you know it’s over—when the emptiness is all you share now and you realize that it’s just loneliness disguised as closure.
I miss you, even when you’re around. I miss you when you’re here, and that’s the worst kind of longing.