i miss you. there's an emptiness in my bed which i try to keep as a reminder of you. there's a restlessness in me which sincerely wishes you could be near me always. but the fact is that we don't need each other - and the time we spent together, though full to the brim, was too short to etch real significance in our memories -

(i also fear i might bore you eventually. i'm afraid that you will vanish without a word, like the rest.)