People leave people, some by choice and some not. If anyone knows how long it’s supposed to hurt that would make things a bit more bearable, I guess. Some days you miss those times when things were okay and everything you believed in had promise. Other days you successfully ignore the elephant on your lap and pretend you understand why it happened the way it did.
If you ask me, I’d say it’s not fair. And that no one will truly get what you and I go through when we’re sitting alone playing cards with our minds and our past. My advice: don’t insist on having a poker face. You’ll impress no one.