You only feel the hurt once you leave. Maybe so. Maybe not.
You feel the hurt every time you tell someone you're leaving. You feel the hurt every time you realize your days are numbered. You feel the hurt every time you imagine days without every thing and every one you have become accustomed to.
You feel the hurt. You feel the pain.
You have to get through the pain. The pain of leaving, the pain of saying goodbye.
You have to get through the pain. But in order to get through it, you have to allow yourself to feel it. You feel the pain, even when you don't want to, even when you hope not to.
You feel the hurt. You feel the pain.
Going, going, going, gone.
