Now the Water Flows so Effortlessly, Like a Natural Spring. My Eyes Become Wells as My Cheeks Turn to Streams, Slowly Drifting You Out of My Coincience. The Disturbing Irony Tests My Temper That I Want Comfort From the One Who Hurt Me. Then I Understood, The most Loving Act She Could do Was Letting Me Go, Hoping I Find Comfort in Myself.