As some of you may have seen on the questions I posted, I expressed concern over the possibility of not getting my things back from my ex. That worry was refuted with a simple text to him, asking when a good time would be to swap stuff, and where to be ready with his hoodie. He told me Gamehounds at around 12:30.
For moral support, my brother drove me over and parked. My ex came out and we went over to his Jeep. We made a little bit of small talk, as in, "Sorry it took longer, my brother's hungover," "oh, I was too earlier." "Haha."
I handed him his hoodie, he handed me my bag. "Thank you," I stated. I walked back over to my brother's Dodge.
Processing this, I entertained the lack of closure that was present in our breakup. Just him having flipped out on me over text, switching out our stuff, and that being that. I think what bothered me most was that he was docile during the swap, and while not expecting one, I thought he'd at least give me a hug. But it was basic, and that's better than nothing at all.
I think what I was hoping for, that being a hug or something of the sort, would've been concrete evidence of closure. Going off of that, I learned something this Valentine's Day-a very ironic thing to learn on such a day. Sometimes when there isn't official closure in a breakup, find the closure in what happened. Having my things back was closure, as was not having his hoodie. But that allows me the chance to have that bond with someone new, and wear his hoodie, and stash my bag under his bed when I spend the night. There was closure in foolishly jumping into our relationship, wonderg how it'd turn out, and seeing that it turned out how it did, versus never having known at all. What closure really consists of is confirmation that you have the freedom to move on.