it's not about the separation it's always easy for me to walk away, it's the pain of now, the regret of "i wish i looked back," and the pain of hoping to find you in every corner i go to. it was easy for me to say i didn't need you anymore, but it's hard to forget the happiness despite how we often had misunderstandings. it was easy for me to leave, but it is hard to stand and live by the decision i wish i never had to make. it's the quiet pain of saying goodbye to our daily routine. it's waking up one day to no more good morning texts, no more good nights and i love you's after, to the emptiness i feel without the constant bickering that still somehow found its way back to making up. it's the disappointment and sting in my heart when something reminds me of you, the random times i say things you have said before, the things i talked with you about, the activities we often do. it's hard to look at the places in my room where you always sat, knowing i will never find you there again, not even your shadow, that there's no more you. it is the silent pain of admitting you still carry a big part of who i am.