What do you go home to?

You would think with every goodbye said, saying goodbye would come almost naturally. Far from it. I loathe you for not being able to say goodbye when you should have. I'm not going to make the same mistake. This feels surreal. And part of me feels like things would be back to normal tomorrow. Like they always do. But I guess enough is enough.
Dear God, give me the strength to get through this. My heart feels like it is going to break. My eyes are sore and I feel like caving in.
Goodbye my friend. I'll miss you.