It's either love or just the sun in my eyes

The weight from an oncoming goodbye was making her breathless. 
That burden over her chest and was making it hard for life to spread within her veins. 
She was wondering whether that could be worse than the actual goodbye. And it probably was. 
She hated realizing how every tiny moment could potentially be missed or it could even be the last. 
Funny thought was that this feeling was an old fellow. For such a symmetry lover that was ironic indeed. Because the other time around she was exactly on the other side. She was leaving. 
Now she is being left.