I think I may have terminated therapy. We were ramping down the frequency of sessions anyway, and at the last session I didn't know my schedule yet so told T I'd call to book my next appointment.

That was almost two months ago and I still haven't called. It would not be the end of the world if I never saw T again. I still hold him in fond regard, but have no particular desire to see him, at least right now. I think that's what closure looks like for me--to think about the therapist fondly while having no real desire to see him/her.