I'm hurt because I cried in front of her and told her I still loved her like I loved her in high school 15 years ago.

I'm hurt because I thought life was going well, and even if it didn't, we'd still have each other by our side, like it always has been.

I'm hurt because she, when I held her small hands and wept like a child, pitied me and told me she didn't love me anymore.

I'm hurt because the divorce papers were her license to freedom, and she had that sparkle in her eye when we both finally signed.

I'm hurt because she was my sweetheart all my youth, and now they both fly away, never to return.