You can’t avoid the avalanche of emotions that come with the termination of a relationship; you can only prolong them, which I refused to do. I looked every feeling I felt square in the eye and stared it down until it rolled over. The grief would come in waves, and I’d miss him on certain days, at certain hours, but for the most part, I had closure, because it wasn’t rejection and no one fucked up. We were in love and it didn’t work.
