Emotional Closure

Lets talk about love, every woman's favourite topic. An immediate line that comes to mind is from a novel I read in college. The novel I cannot recall but the words are: "There is something very odd about looking at the rear of a train as it takes away somebody from you..."

Looking at the rear-view mirror of my life, there have been many such painful circumstantial compulsions of saying goodbye. Painful because emotions remain emotions, nomatter the age and the degree. So, dreams have remained only dreams. It began as a 12-year old when I had my first infatuation of a 25-something bloke. Moved on to when I became a university student, my first step in the world of platonic romance, of letter writings and oh those many an Archies' and Hallmark cards. Then time drifted and so did my romance as priorities were about finding a career, of stepping out into the big bad world, and not giving into the societal pressures of getting married young.

Not that I stopped tugging into my heart. As the years passed, I have experienced happiness and turmoil in all its hue. But without getting into the heart of the matter, I know for sure that there is nothing called Mr Right or Miss Right. It's akin to chasing that elusive perfect happiness, accompanied often by pangs of sadness. Ditto about my life, so I hate goodbyes but they come bang in there when I have least prepared for it. Did I ever, even in my wildest of dreams, think that I would be seeing somebody who is 12 years younger? To me, age is a state of the mind, but it also is the reason for this existential crisis. Everything seemed normal. "We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun." But things cannot be where it is. The question of what life will be ten years hence is one I have no answers to.

Perhaps this is what it means: you love and you lose, as the adage goes. But you would ask, being in love and not the age is the reason for being in a relationship, "that he who has a why to live for can bear almost any how". Perhaps. I don't know. So you move on to where none, nothing is waiting. I don't know if there is a right or a wrong here. All I know is that I just drew an emotional closure to a love that grew in secret -- between the shadow and the soul.