The thing that hurts most
is not the fact that I am missing you.

The thing that hurts most
are not the good-byes at the airport.

The thing that hurts most
is not the fake smile I am putting on.

The thing that hurts most
are not the short phone calls,
the time difference,
the longing I feel for you
the way I miss your arms around me
or the way you stroke my hair.

The thing that hurts most
is pretending that it doesn't.

But you never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.