Love Story

Before he opens his mouth, I start crying.
I know what he's here for and I know where all this is heading.
He doesn't flinch, doesn't even bat an eyelid - FOR GOD'S SAKE, and uses the biggest sledgehammer ever created to knock my world down.

At that moment, I realise that your heart can ache in places you never knew existed.

In tears I make an excuse to use the restroom, lock the door and sit down on the floor.
Nothing was going through my head, except streams of WHY and WHY and WHY, endlessly pillaging my thoughts.
I saw it coming, I saw it coming, but WHY does it hurt so bad?
What I don't know is that he was standing outside, sobbing too.

They say that pain can be diverted by doing something else.
Taking up a hobby, dating another guy, drinking magueritas,
Well, I put that to the test.

I start hitting the walls around me with my fists and before I know, my knuckles are pink, and one is beginning to bleed.
He breaks the door open when he hears pounding noises without any reply to "Are you okay?", and does something I never want him to stop doing.
Hug me.

In my entire, I have never cried till there were no more tears.
But by the time he leaves, my face is cold, emotionless and my eyes no longer wet.

"Goodbye."
"Bye." I close the gate to his face. No final hug, no last kiss, no last moment.
I realise: Pain is relative.