I am fine after you. My heart did not turn into a trivial pump because you left it. My blood is fine as it stopped carrying you and flowing through my body and arteries. My veins do not ask about you when my blood passes through and you are not there. My cells did not tell my blood: I am not in need of your oxygen, bring me hers to breathe. The exhalation is not as hot as you think, the embers of your departure did not burn me!