We imagine this neat, final conversation where everything makes sense. They apologize. You forgive. You both walk away wiser, lighter, healed. That rarely happens.

Reality Check: People ghost. People lie. People break up in the messiest ways imaginable. And the truth? The real closure is accepting that you may never get the answers you want.

It starts sweet. Texts all day. Over-the-top compliments. “You’re different.” “I’ve never felt this way before.” Three dates in, and they’re talking about vacations, soulmates, and maybe even what your kids would look like. Slow your roll, Casanova. That’s not romance. That’s manipulation in a nice shirt.