I've grown accustomed to leaving I might even say that I've grown quite fond of infusing with love, taking it in, then casually seperating the bond and when the pain comes, I take it too put it all away in the corner in reserve so that I can mold it into strength later to use when leaving, my way to preserve... You may believe I'm ruthless and cold you won't know I'm gone until after I go and you'll come home to nothing but you without a clue that it's the way I know.