Instinct...instinct...instinct... have I uttered it enough to forget its meaning yet? No I could never beat my instinct to cry the same tears at your disappearance. The grace with which I handle my misery adds insult to injury. There is nothing more powerful than your presence to make me forget my instinct to fall for you over and over. Please don't turn around the next time we part, please don't bring me roses we can't be friends.