I'll Be Waiting Here...

Sitting at home in front of my PC today, while drowning in phlegm and high temperatures, instead of being at school, I watched my mum walk out the front door to her daily routine, I saw my puppy whine and yelp, as if begging mum not to leave. Then I wondered if he does it every single day...

Then I started to cry..

It was just a phase, a phase that I am completely over, but the hurt and hate never left.
It was the thought of being left alone,
And then simply hoping for him to return,
Yet at the same time, knowing my hope would be nothing but futile.

Then again Buddy will have mummy coming back to him at the end of the day.
But which is more heartbreaking? Being left once and then left with all the time in the world to recover?
Or having your heartbroken every morning, only to have it pieced back every night and then have it broken again after the night is over?

Only then did I realize...

I never stopped hurting.