There is a hesitance here upon this separation as my fingers slip from yours as we part to say goodnight and I cannot help but feel an emotionally overwhelming pang in my stomach as I know this may be the last time.
In truth, this way is the best route; the sure bet but I know that it will not hurt any less no matter how many times that line loops in my head. Still, instead of staring you straight in the eye like you know-like you hope that- I will, I turn away. I toe the sand and drop my head so that my hair falls in a guarded angle around my face; my eyes well with tears but I will not cry here. I half anticipated this ending… to be quick, painless but it stings like hell.
Without you… life is hell.