I used to think waiting was the hardest part. 

I was dead wrong. Turns out, waiting is the easy part. 

Harder parts?

The longing, the yearning, the texts, the phone calls, hearing your voice but not being able to touch you. 

The easiest part?

Hands down, seeing you. Being with you, sleeping in your arms, feeling your heartbeat underneath my fingertips, feeling all of you, kissing you, watching you sleep, hearing your soft sounds, hearing your laugh, seeing your smile. 

The hardest part?

That left hand turns away from you. Continuing down the road, putting more and more miles between us. Looking over in the car and feeling your absence. 

Leaving is, by far, the hardest part.