Closure

I never thought I’d find myself feeling completely empty, but here I am. It’s not hate, it’s not love, it’s not even indifference. It’s like my mind just hit the reset button and erased every single emotion I ever had for them. All the good, all the bad, all the complicated bits in between. No noise, no nothing. It’s weird, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel like this is exactly what I needed.

At first, I wasn’t sure what to think. The emptiness felt like this big space, like the void you get when something important is just… gone. I thought I’d be angry or at least bitter. I thought I’d be sad too. But nah, all I felt was this strange kind of nothingness, a calm, almost like my brain had factory reset to make room for something else. It was unsettling at first, but after sitting with it for a while, I started to realise something important.

I needed this. I had held onto things way too long. This emptiness? It’s kind of like a fresh start, you know that feeling when you clean out your wardrobe and you realise you were holding onto clothes you never wear? It’s like that, but on a mental level.

I always thought closure was supposed to be a big, dramatic moment. But the more I sit with it, the more I realise closure isn’t always like that. Sometimes, it’s just… nothing. There’s no big fight, no heart-to-heart, no last-minute change of heart. It’s just letting things go without needing an explanation. It’s like realising you don’t need to force something that’s already over. The peace that comes from that? It’s deeper than I thought it would be.

You know, we get so caught up in the idea that things have to last forever. Whether it’s friendships, relationships, or even just certain chapters of our lives, we think that if something ends, it means we’ve failed somehow. But sometimes, things don’t last because they’re not meant to. And that’s okay. It’s not about losing something, it’s about making room for something new. It’s uncomfortable at first, but then it feels like a weight’s been lifted.

I used to think letting go was hard because it felt like giving up, like walking away from something that could’ve been something more. But now I see that it’s not giving up. It’s just recognising when something has reached its limit. We’re not meant to hold onto everything, not meant to cling to every person, every situation. Sometimes the best thing you can do is step away and trust that what’s meant for you will find its way.