The Problem With Farewells

I can't forget the last time when we huged together. The last time we posed for a photo. The last time we shared a laugh The last time we teared up together. And it was probably the last time we ever met. Having you was a blessing. Having you was comfort. Having you was the best part of the journey Having you helped me to continue. But leaving you is a disaster, and I can't do it. I hate my feelings for you. I hate my thoughts of you. I hate the image of our time together. And I really hate the sight of you leaving. Why is it so difficult for me to face the reality? Why can't I let go like others? Why do things have to change? I want to know, would we eventually become strangers? The problem is in me, I know. The problem is just I simply feel too much. The problem is that sometimes, life demands some beautiful beings back. The major problem is with farewells, we humans forget and move on in the end.