Tell me something....

“I need closure!” I scream. I lash out, angry and hurt, seeking only to prolong contact with him. I understand now that I did not want closure. Nothing said to me at that time would have made the sting of rejection less. I only wanted to hear him say again; that he had loved me. That was my heart holding on to feelings that needed to end. I demanded things that could not be given to me, like a child screaming for attention. Now with distance and perspective, I look back and understand. Perhaps, I should feel ashamed of my actions. But no, they reflect the fact I felt something deep and passionate. Those actions allowed my heart to find peace.