Closure on Old Love

The other day, I finally received closure on the last remaining open wound of my life. It feels good and it feels awful at the same time. Perhaps I am too strong and individualistic to ever seek solace in the arms of a man. While I have always remained open and vulnerable despite my best efforts to protect myself, my strong streak of independence frightens most suitors away. Perhaps this is my burden to carry throughout my days. Perhaps it is also my blessing.