The hardest thing...

...starts in the morning when I wake up at 5 a.m and there is nobody to say "Good morning" to.
....is during the day when no sms comes to confirm that you are thinking of me as much as I am thinking of you.
....is when at 3.30 p.m I don't get any "hey! I'm home!"
....is at night when you are not there to "gaze" at until I fall asleep...
....is to be strangers
....is not to say "Good morning" and "Good night"
....becomes even harder when I think about coming in Romania and realize that you will not be there
....is when I smoke and you are not there to tell me off

The hardest thing is that we exist in different Worlds that reject each other. There is actually no hard thing. There are a bunch of fucked up moments and situations that messed us up. So much, that we got confused and missed the right way. And made it be even worse. Two stupid puppets that thought of them as humans for a while and dared to believe in everything that was forbidden.
 The hardest thing ever was when I said the last good bye on the phone, in the airport. The hardest thing was when the plane took off...The hardest thing, my love, was to know that it was the last time when I see you, but not to give you the last kiss...The hardest thing is to know that I will never forget you.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

THE SANDMAN: THE KINDLY ONES by NEIL GAIMAN