It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

The speaker distinguishes between the dramatic pain of love’s departure and a subtler, more persistent grief: the way love diminishes by increments. Rather than a single catastrophic ending, the relationship seems to have eroded through small withdrawals—minor disappointments, habitual neglects, or repeated compromises—until the cumulative loss becomes the true source of suffering. The lines suggest that what haunts the speaker is not merely absence, but the memory of a slow unraveling that could be felt happening in real time. The phrasing captures how emotional endings are often experienced as attrition, where “little ways” do more damage than one decisive break.