Closure

"..do you ever think when you're all alone,
all that we could be, where this thing could go?
am I crazy or falling in love,
is it really just another crush?.."

Dear lonely isle,

Today I close a chapter of a part of my life. Finally.
The memory is an old one, but its one that I haven't been able to let go. Until now.

Pages so dry and dusty, you'd hardly think they'd bring so much warmth when you return to the bookmark you left there all this while. The bookmark you kept returning to every now and then.

The spidery writing has all but faded, but still the words mean so much. Somehow.

And yet somehow, because you've found the missing portion of the ending, it doesn't matter so much anymore. Because there's no more mystery to uncover.

And yet, somehow, because it's finally complete, it means even more than it did before, because you now know how it ends.

It was not the ending you had hoped for, but it was an ending you could not hate.

Like a detective on an unsolved case for decades, you find it hard to let go, and yet at the same time, easier than you had imagined it to be. It's a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia, melancholy, and respite. It tugs at your heartstrings, yet it feels good.

Like a sick man finally dying, you find release at the end of prolonged death, and you quite don't know whether the tears you shed are of sadness, happiness or just pure relief.

As you take one last look at the story you could not finish on your own, you can't help but to smile, that your one last question was answered, even though it was not the answer you expected nor hoped for.

That the hero came back, and he filled in the words in the empty blanks. And gave you closure.

Thank you for what you did tonight. I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me.

The piece of ribbon that marked the page was finally removed, no longer needed to guard the page it was entrusted. There was no need for a reminder anymore, when an indentation still remains, like the happy memories you keep.

It's just nice to know, something special happened.

love, Joyce.