And just like that it was over. A simple “I hope you find someone to make you happy like I never could,” and it’s all over. A swift kiss on the cheek and a small smile before you hug me close one last time, and leave.

Within a few minutes, after my senses catch up to emotions, the tears begin to fall. They fall thick and fast in a never-ending stream. When they start to slow I pick myself up and go where ever my feet take me. Home. I close myself off from the world; I don’t answer calls, or eat for a time. But after that I learn acceptance.

It starts at sadness, which turns to anger, which slowly turns into sadness again and finally acceptance. A slow peace and then moving on follows.

At the time if feels like the world is ending. That nothing will ever be okay again. Your heart disappears or shatters into a tiny million pieces. You do things you never thought you’d do or just follow the pattern of your life, numb.

The part that hurts the most isn’t the fact you left me, it’s that I never saw it coming.