...and another goodbye

I hate goodbye.

I hate to say it, I hate to be left behind, I hate to see someone's leaving. I even hate it when he or she was a super nice person. I handled so many goodbyes so well. I put my best smile, laughed along with him or her, and only said the good words. But I always had myself hurt at least for the rest of the day. Like something stuck in my throat, my stomach feels unwell, and my heart is so heavy that I couldn't breathe easily.

And the feeling of knowing that tomorrow is never gonna be the same due to his or her absence is the worst feeling and yeah it hurts.

Huh.