The best way to **** someone is to tell them you love them, then walk away.  You have a chance to revive them from the dead and save their withering soul each and every time they call, but you hang up.  You have a chance to stitch together all the chipped off shards of their heart each time they knock on your door, but you draw the curtains and hide in the dark of your "empty" home.  You have a chance to kiss their lips not with love but rather with the acceptance they desire so deeply each time they mail you a letter, but you burn it over the flame that brews your tea, a flame that burns hotter than the passion you faked so slyly for them.