why does it hurt?

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why does it hurt to break ties when a person wants to walk away.. why cant there be a mid ground..why can people not understand how you feel? why is there a wall almost imprenetable around a person you care so much about?

and then do i retreat to silence just cause some one else has resorted to it? do i not acknowledge how i feel? do i just accept it and move on?

im an emotional fool.. cause inspite of it all and after so much time, it hurts..and im unable to let go.. all i ever do is accept the excuses as answers and retreat to silence..

would it hurt someone so much that they cannot talk with me and explain it to me? hear me out, help me out through this..is it so difficult?

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