All good things have endings?

It's one of those mean facts of life that we want what we can't have, once we get it we don't want it anymore, and once we lose it we realize just how much we've lost. Sometimes we're forced to make decisions that go against our emotions. Sometimes logistics and practicality and proximity and timing decide for us, despite the panging objections of the heart. Invariably those decisions hurt - this time, far more than I anticipated. We pretend to be comforted by the fact that it was the right choice. It made sense. It had to happen as it did. And maybe in a few days or months or years it'll all come together as it should. But not today. Today it hurts.