I thought I was going to have some deep thoughts running through my head as I hurled the bottle at the wall. I thought I’d linger there after the memory escaped my hands. I thought I would feel different. I thought I would feel new. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that those feelings I thought I would have weren’t there. Was this the closure I so desperately wanted? I didn’t take time to think about what this moment meant to me. I didn’t stop and think about how far I’ve come in my life since he left it. I didn’t take a moment because the past year had been all about taking moments to reflect and grow. I didn’t need to take any more time thinking. There was no moment of clarity. No epiphany. Just me, a friend, and a broken wine bottle.