And you give yourself away

As I complete the rituals of putting an end to yet another episode in matters pertaining directly to that beat box on left side of the chest, I realized no 2 experience was ever the same. Sure the similarities uncanny. The beginning seems scripted and edited by the same asswipe whom I must’ve owed a finger and a tooth to, in my previous incarnations as anything resembling human. But it is where the full stop lands that segregates each instalment. It is the most-times painful au revoir and “wishing you success in all your undertakings” that uniquely delivers the lesson and message each relationship entails. No 2 men are alike. No 2 love are comparable. And no 2 goodbyes are identical.

Cause closures do not, at all times, signify an ending. It might just be the start.