Closure. After six months of suffering varying from zero to “I can’t fucking take this shit anymore!” levels, I decided it was time to move on for real. Yes, she was the most beautiful woman I’ve been with, and yes, she is still the best shag I’ve ever had, but holding on to her memory and keeping remains of hope that I could eventually be with her again was a big mistake. Her ghost haunted me constantly, invading my everyday life, some of my dreams at night and, most of all, my sex life. I couldn’t shake her off my head, no matter who the new girl was. Nobody could live up to her image or make me forget about her for too long. Even if I was having a great time, I could close my eyes and from the deepest and darkest places of my mind, she emerged. Not anymore. Today she responded to my yesterday’s email, intended to be the last, and killed all hope in me. This, which may sound devastating, was the best start I could have for this weekend, this month and most likely, the rest of my life. I’m free! She is no more, not in my head nor my heart at least. I now can finally be at peace and devote myself for somebody else, starting by me. Now the viking’s soul is in peace, her ghost fading away to become a precious memory and a lesson learned at last. Closure, what a beautiful word.