To love is like standing on fresh cement. The longer you stand, the harder it is to break away... and you can never leave without leaving a trace.
WOW: but you can pour it into a barrel, put something uncomfortable there, wait until evening and climb off the bridge. There will be no traces, I guarantee it.
Zzz: And then scream: “Nothing personal, only business” and throw a thinning cigarette into the water.