As I watch the GoBus pull away from the parking lot, my heart shatters into a million pieces. Tears escape my eyes and I feel incomplete. You text me to smile, but I struggle to get a laugh out through my tears. Saying goodbye to you is like having a broken heart; we didn’t break up, but you’re leaving my life for the next couple months. I’ll be alone, without my other half, for weeks on end until we finally find the time and money to see each other once more.

We had the perfect weekend; we woke up together, ate breakfast and dinner together, watched movies and cuddled. It finally felt like my life had come together; everything was perfect. Of course, our time was limited and I dreaded the final hours on Monday morning as we packed your suitcase. Each item that was rolled up and placed into your luggage broke my heart a bit more than the last. Soon, the remnants of you every being in my room was gone; it was like you were never there. The smell of your cologne lingered ever so slightly, but by the time I would return after seeing you off, it would be gone.

I choked back tears as we grabbed your belongings and left my room. I took a look back, just to make sure we had everything and I saw the emptiness of the room. My heart fell into my stomach as I realized I would have to come back to this place, this room that would no longer feel like home. You would be leaving my life again and nothing hurt more than knowing I won’t be walking back into your arms.

Gripping your hand as we walked to the bus stop was a way for me to beg you to stay; I'm asking you to not leave my life. You weren’t breaking up with me, you’d always be my boyfriend, but it was just like you were because I couldn’t be with you anymore.

As we talked on the way to the bus stop, it was natural, but we both knew what would happen within the hour. It was strained, but happy. We were trying to put off saying those dreadful words until the very last minute. We love each other, but we have to go separate ways; almost like a couple breaking up because it’s not the right time for either of them. At the bus stop, we put your stuff down and continued talking. I sat on your lap and held your hand as tight as I could. It took every ounce of my being to not start crying. Our last minutes had to be perfect. I guess it helped when your mom texted us about her big news. We didn’t have time to talk about anything else. Unfortunately, that made time go by too fast and when the bus showed up, my heart sunk and tears escaped my eyes. This is it. We’re about to separate.

I put your suitcase on the bottom of the bus as you showed your ticket to the bus driver. You pulled me off to the side and asked for a kiss. I didn’t need to be asked twice as I kissed your lips one last time. And that was it. You got on the bus and waved to me. I walked to where we were just sitting and stood there, tears flowing from my eyes. My heart was breaking and it broke even more when you texted me that you love me.

Once the bus took off in the direction of the airport, my face was covered in tears and I was filled with the urge to chase after you; I wanted to beg for you to stay, for you to come back. I couldn’t though, so I walked in the direction of my empty and cold room. You texted me again, thanking me for a perfect weekend and I cried some more. It was almost like you thanked me for our time together and you’ll never forget the memories we shared; almost like a break up.

Now that you’re gone, I have no motivation. I want to lie in my bed and cry until you come back to me. But, I don’t want to be in my room; it’s lonely, cold and dark. There’s no life in my room and I hate it. I hate not having you by my side. No longer will we be able to wake up together, eat together, watch movies or cuddle. I don’t have your hand to hold; I’m alone. I’m living my life without you here at school and that’s not what I want. We’re miles apart, doing our own things just like a couple that was broken up. Though we text and Skype, it isn’t the same as being together in the same room, smiling and laughing like we should be; like the couple we were meant to be. Saying goodbye to you is like having a broken heart; it’s full of pain, tears and loneliness.

With time, I know this heartache will subdued, as it does every time. I love you and I know I'll see you again, but my heart just breaks, like a break-up, every time we say goodbye.