Its ironic how when your lonely, the entire world seems to be in love.

Goodbyes always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, and memories good or bad will often bring tears. You can cover your ears from something you dont want to hear, you can cover your eyes from something you dont want to see, but you cant just keep your heart from something you dont want to feel. Trying to convince yourself that it doesnt matter or bother you, but it usually bothers you more.