Sometimes, what hurts is not just losing love - but the reality of losing your best friend, your world. Losing the person you've spent many-a-time making memories with; the only person in the world you felt a sense of belonging with.
Sometimes, what hurts most is watching things fall apart - rooted to the ground, you are unable to hold on to your slipping love.
Nights you would spend conversing with your love; planning your future memories, enjoying the night-sky together - now turned to nights of sorrow, loneliness and heartache.
Sometimes, what hurts most is knowing you are responsible for everything that went wrong.