maybe closure isnβt real. maybe itβs just an excuse to see them one last time, to hear the way they used to say your name, to be in the same room and pretend it doesnβt ache anymore.
we say we want answers. but really, we just want to feel wanted again. heard. chosen. like we mattered. even if itβs only for a moment before they walk away again.
and somehow, we call that closure.
~aditi












