He left.

If anyone has ever had to say goodbye to someone they love, holding them close, watching them walk away in the Army Regulation Uniform you'll understand where I'm comming from.

I’ve had headaches before, but never has my chest ached as it does right now, I can feel my heart being torn at, it’s ribbons falling the bottom of my ribcage and I know it’s killing me. It’s hurting him, but it is honestly killing me. I cant even look at him, I keep my head down against my chest as I feel my shoulders shaking, the tears are falling down my cheeks, landing and staining my shirt in large drops. My knees are weak and I find that just standing is taking the last bit of resolve I have, I want to crash to the floor but I don’t want to break anymore in front of him then I already have. I know he’s standing there, looking at me with all the wisdom far beyond his years in those eyes that have seen too much. I know he wants to hold me but he’s afraid I’ll break into his broad shoulders, just keep cracking and falling to the floor. Afraid I’ll lash out at him and rip myself apart right in his arms. The worst part is, it’s the not the first time, for the second time he’s being taken away from me. The second time that something has come between us and split us apart. Finally I feel his fingers on my shoulder and I desperately want to push them away because I know I might never feel them again and I don’t want the pain of remembering the feeling to be so sharp, but I also want to take them and never let them go, hold the hand that might leave me forever.