Coincidence.

It's better that I steer clear of You to protect myself.

How many times can one be subjected to the crushing of the soul and lie defeated with fragments of what used to be a heart?

That soft spot which nestles deep within the recesses of my heart and mind should be calcified.

The words that You'd prophetically uttered now recant themselves to You :

"It's not that I won't miss, but I'd have to leave one day."