It hurts when it ends.
When everything you have ever needed,
decides it no longer needs you.
When it ends, it's the beginning you think of.
That first memory of it -
a precious bliss;
like sunshine, after a storm.
When it begins, it does not say when it'll end.
It never disclaims the pain you'll go through.
It promises happiness, and joy.
It promises forever.
And when it ends, it's the storm that is forever.
A storm that floods your insides with an eternal agony.
For, when it ends, you wonder;
how can this end -
when it is everything you have ever loved,
and needed?