Letter #2: Closure

We never had any closure. It was always the circumstances, timing, our availability, our commitment issues, but never us. It was never us. What was us, was this trust, this forever there trust. This care, this forever there care for each other. Like we’re soul mates, or meant to be, in any case. Like we’re perfect for each other. Not because we are actually perfect for each other, but because we have become perfect for each other. Over time, we have built this, turning it into the weirdest friendship ever. We are so comfortable like this it scares me. It’s like we don’t have the courage to figure out what to do with ourselves. Never taking a step forward, or backwards, we stay in the same place, in which we feel incomplete. So closure it’s not as easy as it sounds. It comes with a cost. A cost we have always feared to pay: the cost of gaining each other forever, or losing each other for ever. Ok. Let’s be friends.