Closure

Breaking up is easy. The difficult part lies in collecting all the pieces of memories, putting it in a radioactivity-safe thick lead box, dumping it a few kilometres under the earth, covering it with a mixture of concrete followed by a layer of earth and then making the ground level so that you there are no landmarks to remind you where you have dumped it. That all it takes to forget your memories and move on. Or rather give you the illusion that you have moved on. Memories like hiccups resurface often and suddenly. No amount of holding your breath and counting to ten or drinking a glass of water in a big gulp helps it go away. In times of break-downs and "Oh! no one loves me", like a manic you start again looking for a hidden landmark to dig the earth and scavenge out the rotting pieces of memories.

Do memories never fade? are they inedible? Like an ugly birthmark do they linger on to your body and can never be removed? Unlike love that ends are memories immortal?. Memories don't wither away and time, although can heal wounds, doesn't erase memories stains. Memories need Closure. Something that closes this loop of love, hate, guilt and longing. A stop button to the never-ending cycle of pain and inflicting pain. A reason that justifies why did we stop loving in the first place. Just one good reason to hold on to. A reason that although doesn't clear out the chaos in your life gives it direction.

Why do we need a reason to stop loving someone? Don't we sometimes just fall out of love?. There will always be a reason if we look harder, probe between the layers of unfolded feelings. Emotions that we often lockdown because if opened up, like the Pandora's box they will unleash more pain and misery. One needs to take the risk and dive into that clutter of emotional wreck to discover that hidden reason. That reason that gives you the closure. The closure will save you from going down the spiral of self-hate and pity. Because sometimes all you need is a closure to save your life. 

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