When we both knew the end.

The whole thing went so unexpected to me .. the whole thing was just a story which I always heard but never imagined I would experience one day.

Since the day I knew she’s dying, till the last moment I left her knowing it’s the last time.

We didn’t cry, we didn’t whine, we didn’t even talk the way I thought we would do.

‪We both knew it is the last time, what on earth could be said ? and who would ever listen ?

‪Nothing I had to say, and no ears she had to listen.‬

‪I embraced her and left‬, I didn’t say goodbye, ’cause I couldn’t figure out then, where is the good part in this particular goodbye.

I can assure you, nothing hurts more than leaving, knowing that it’s the last time.

It’s beyond every word, beyond every feeling, beyond grief and sadness.

Life goes on they say, but fuck them anyway, you will never be the same again, this hole will just get bigger and bigger, and eventually you will fade away.