Closure I never knew I need
It’s strange getting closure for something that never even officially began.
He texted me recently. After I’ve already moved on (for gonna be like 2 years ago?). After I’m already in a relationship.
The timing is almost funny.
We never dated. He never said he liked me. There was no “us.” Just something in between. Something quiet. Something that stretched for almost two years—at least on my side.
And then I heard this:
“Walking through my front door I've been away a couple years I've been chasing all my dreams But avoiding all my fears And I met a girl but she got too close So I said, ‘Goodbye’ 'Cause I'll be running from myself For the rest of my life’”
Tell me that doesn’t feel personal.
Because that’s exactly how it felt.
I liked him for almost two years (if you are reading this, this is for you). That’s not a small thing. And when he slowly faded—when he chose to ghost instead of explain, it hurt. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just quietly. The kind of hurt that makes you question your own reality.
Am I not worthy to be love? Is it because I am out of his league? Was I the only one feeling something?
Because when nothing is official, you don’t even feel entitled to grieve.
But I didn’t imagine it.
I liked him not just because he was tall and okay la, cute. I liked him because he was funny. Because I could be lame and unfiltered around him. I’m such a sucker for bad pick-up lines and stupid jokes—and he did all that effortlessly.
I felt safe being that version of myself.
Maybe you had your own fears. Maybe different life stages mattered. Maybe I got too close. Maybe you weren’t ready for something real.
But I need this to exist somewhere:
What I felt was real. The way I treated you was real. The closeness was real. The random urge to text you was real. The thought of “I would actually travel all the way just to see you” was real.
I wasn’t making it up.
And when you sent that closure message—when I’m already with someone else, it almost felt like confirmation.
It wasn’t nothing. You just couldn’t handle what it could’ve been.
And I think that’s finally enough for me to let it go. https://open.spotify.com/track/5YKcRCFEWIhKLPsO7ckHgQ?si=4dc214468e2a42a7













