My first serious relationship, it took some time to recognize finality, fair to say on both sides, probably more of my own , it was a young, naive relationship with a complicated friendship base. It was hard for him to branch out about what his family life really looked like from the inside and that was important for him having support. I, too, had a hard time branching out with my own homelife realities. Both had ailing, dying parents to boot. His dad, my stepdad. His dad passed shortly before he graduated and my stepdad, shortly after I graduated. We clung, he and I both did. Closure was he moved on, and I eventually did. Closure attempts involved returning and having things rerurned.
The two year rebound, I ended. He tried ending once during, that didn't hold for some reason. Closure was returning something to him.
Then my marriage. He didn't accept that it was really happening. Blamed my mom for coercion. I wasn't tolerant of his mistreatment of me nor tolerant of how it can negatively impact children to witness. I've moved on, he i don't know is stuck in his ways.
I guess that I find closure a symbolic exchange and in person.