There’s no closure in the real world. Eventually you’ll find closure, people say. What they don’t tell you is that first you have to open everything up. First you have to look into the face of what you have lost and decide you can live with all that’s happened.
The worst part about dragging myself up off Sheila’s bedroom floor is knowing it isn’t the last time I’ll have to lose my shit into the ether.
I don’t want closure. I don’t want closure. It sounds to me like someday, some mythic door will shut with me on one side and Sheila on the other. I don’t want to forget her smile. I don’t want to stop hearing her laugh. I want her to scream shut up, loser ad infinitum, so I will always hear her voice.