nYour face turned red as you came in from the coldnWhy is this so civilized, why is this so...nWhere's the screaming that I've come to expectnYou put a reassuring hand upon minenWe have had the best times but now we must move onnAnd if I keep telling myself that this is for the best thennMaybe I can carry on, maybe I can carry onnBreak ups are supposed to be insults and screamingnNot conversations and one last nightnSo where do we go now?nWell... I have to leaven