I'm torn

I fell so hard when my trip to the place where "all dreams come true" was over and I came back to reality. The time I dreaded was there and I'd have to face it. Well, I did. Every single minute felt like the last one and I really had to enjoy it. I'd memorize the face and the actions of the ones I loved, so I'd never forget. The way they move, the way they talk, the things they say the most. Some moments would make me chill and I'd tear...but I would try harder and harder to be strong. It was weird to see my empty room and then, to see it replaced. Felt like I didn't belong there anymore. But then, I had people around me who would proof me the opposite. Yes, I did belong there too, I do belong there, I now belong here and there... and that, I will never forget. Well, despite the fact that we were preparing ourselves for the farewell for so long, we were actually never prepared. And it couldn't have been harder. My heart was broken apart, and I left a big part of it there. The other part felt so tight, it was hard to breathe. Tears were coming nonstop, my blood felt cold in my veins. It hurt so hard, although I had to strive to tear myself apart. Yet, part of me is there and I can't leave that behind.