I used to think closure came from explanations,

from words, from finally understanding why things happened the way they did.

But some endings don’t come with answers.

Just silence… and a version of you left to make sense of it alone.

So I learned something softer, and harder…

closure is not always given.

Sometimes, you choose it.

You stop waiting.

You stop asking.

You let go… even without the “why.”

And somehow,

that is where peace begins.