It hurts. The knot on your throat when you are on the verge of tears. It hurts. The feeling of shallowness and emptiness. It hurts. The tightness of the hugs, the ones that make you lose it. The pitiful glances and forced smiles. And the word. That one single composition of letters. The one you try to hold back until the very last because you know. You know that if you keep it to yourself it will make the whole thing less real. But it doesn't. And it hurts.
One word that gets you every time. One word that once blurted out, it destroys you. And you say it. And it is over. It is time to go, and you look back to all the faces you are leaving behind. All of the memories, all of the dreams, all of the love. But there is nothing in this world you can possibly do to ease this unbearable pain.
It hurts. It hurts like anything. It hurts like hell. It hurts your heart and soul. And out of the blue, you are left alone to deal with this whole bunch of feelings you have never felt before.
And it hurts. You cry yourself to sleep and you are drowned by a silent scream. It hurts. Saying goodbye hurts. And the thing about it is, no matter how many times you do it. No matter how many times you say it.
It all comes back to that:
It hurts.
