I am fine after you. My heart has not turned into a worthless pump because you left it, and my blood is fine since it stopped carrying you and flowing with you throughout my body. My arteries do not ask about you when my blood passes through them and you are not in it, and my cells did not say to my blood: I do not need your oxygen... bring it to me so that I may breathe. And the exhalation is not as hot as you think, for the embers of your departure did not burn me!