This is the part

This is the part you're expected to be strong.
This is when you're tested.
This is when you are forced to face it.. and move on.
They say things happen for a reason-
that the people who remain in your life no matter what are the only important ones. Life goes on and people change. I guess what I've learned is that sometimes when it hurts, you have to fight to make it feel okay again. You have to fight to gain strength. I've learned that being sad is inevitable but never is it stronger then your heart. And mostly, that it can't rain forver (literally).
I guess this is the part you start to think. Lay in bed and count up all the objects that once meant everything. One by one place them in the dusty cardboard box, and throw it in the back of the closet. Slide the screachy metal hanger grasping the delicate prom dress to the very back of the pole.
I guess this is the part you accumulate the amount of hours spent watching the sky out in that field completely secluded from the world. Relive every first and last. And forget about the long list of movie titles planned for movie nights to come.
I guess this is the part everyone talks about.
This is the part that hurts the most.