Closure

When you pull a book off a shelf, crack open its spine, and begin to flip through the pages, you expect the story to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Only sometimes, there’s the final chapter is missing and you don’t know how the damn thing ends.

Unresolved relationships can be like those missing pages, and I am someone who needs to know what happens.

I need closure.

Instead of wallowing in doubt (Was it me? What did I do?), I whip up a satisfactory denouement to tie up any loose ends.

It’s a cop-out to think of yourself as the hero, and the other party as the villain. There is no good and bad. Everyone is equally complicated. There are no extenuating circumstances (although they help with melodramas – An Affair to Remember, anyone?), and the basic story is kept simple.

Hopefully, it all ends well, even if there are no happy endings.

Sometimes closure must be created on the page, read and accepted to help shut the book close, and placed back on the shelf.