It’s a sweet-sad feeling to sit here in a cool dawn writing the last Paronormal Activity for this newspaper.

Goodbyes are hard. But goodbyes are truthful. When we take the time to say goodbye, we say there was love between us. We are not ghosting each other, because whatever the intimacies we shared, whatever their shape and valence, whether gossamer and shimmering with the unspoken, whether stated, routine and taken-for-granted (or both, as our column relationship has been), their meaning will go with us as we go our way. There is no such thing as a situationship; only relationships whose capacity to manifest multiple forms, defies all norms, timidities, labels and laws.