As I grow older, I am learning that maybe there are no closures. Maybe not everything that happens is for a reason. Maybe it just happens. Maybe you'll never know the answers that you're looking for. Maybe there isn't truly a plan for everyone.
We circle our lives around finding reason, extract meaning for every scenario, beating ourselves up for what we believe is our happy ending. What if there's no single happy ending but an open field.
We sulk in the past and fuss about the future only for our life to have a little meaning. What if life isn't truly about tying the loose ends but knowing that loose ends exist, that you may never fill the gaps and that's okay. And maybe, just maybe that's the closure we are actually seeking. Maybe that's the only closure life has to offer.
I think dating fuckboys is like a rite of passage for girls. It's their way of doing something adventurous. It's like the body's way of saying "feeling cute, might catch a heartbreak and possibly some STD's."
Disclaimer: not PG 13
P.S. In doubt, always use a condom. Just saying. 😛