Who looks strong but is too cowardly to remember, and who looks unruly but dares to act. What's the crime in letting go of everything and loving? Why care about people you shouldn't care about?
I have become accustomed to your presence and your cold face and warm words. Get used to the lack of punctuation when you send messages, and get used to monosyllable replies when you are depressed. Get used to the comfortable British perfume wafting in the air you walk through. If these habits are to be changed, I would rather not get used to them in the first place.