The end of the affair

I recently split up with my long-term, long-distance partner - I want to say boyfriend but he's in his fifties for chrissake - and it was one of those very sad but we-knew-it occasions. We love each other but it wasn't meant to be, etc.
We had great times together though. One of my fondest memories is of taking puerile butt shots of him during our various travels. It never failed to reduce us to giggling schoolboys.
Here's my favourite, courtesy of the Star Hotel in Melbourne.

I imagine if I lived in America I’d be legally required to call this ‘closure’.