i do too much to me, to give way more to you, and hope too deeply for us...when i know in my brain, and never in my heart, that you have never felt enough for me. that you never want to work hard for this.

so,
you will call one day - but not today - and i will not pick up the phone and i will not return your texts. i will not send any photos and i will delete all of yours. i will first die virtually, until you can no longer think of me. you will no longer hear my voice at 4 a.m., and you will no longer watch me sleep. you will no longer feel the ghost of my arms wrapped around your waist, after i forgive you for drinking too much and saying too little. and then i will go offline. just not today.