“Tell me,” she started, “Don’t you feel better now than you did a month ago?”

“Of course, ” I said. “A month ago, I was surrounded by questions I didn’t think I’d ever get the answers to. I was stuck between clouds of ‘what if’s’ and trying to distinguish between reality and lies, and I was settling on excuses. I kept asking myself the same questions; driving myself up against the wall, with nowhere to turn because whichever direction I faced, I was just staring at another brick wall. All the wondering and wishing that eventually led nowhere.”

“And do you not ask the same questions now?”

“I do. But the answers aren’t as important to me anymore. You know, a month ago, I was dying for closure. I would have done anything to know. However, now it doesn’t seem as relevant.

Because sometimes, you don’t need answers from someone else. You can settle things by yourself, and that is better than any closure someone can give you.”