keep all the things you forgot.

I write one more time from my trusty cell phone in a home that isn't mine, where the heat radiates through the walls and decides to fuck with my hair. That heat that doesn't go away even when clothes aren't covering your body and sweat works like a second shower. I only write from my phone when what i have to say is important to me. I don't ask about you when you're happy because it's times you don't necessarily need anyone. I only ask about you when you're sad because i need to make sure you're being comforted. Because i need to make sure someone asks you how you are so you can open your mouth and let it all out. So you can fall apart for a moment in someone's arms. Arms that will never be mine. So you can dry your tears and soak up someone's shirt, again, a shirt that unfortunately will never be mine. I don't know what's going on, most times i don't want to know in fear that it's something that will be somehow painful to me. I'm pretty exhausted being sad over you but that NEVER means that i don't care. It never means that i will ever be joyous of your pain or unhappiness. I hope someone's asked you how you are. I hope someone's there for you to cry to. I hope you're being comforted for whatever's happening tonight. I'd do it myself if we weren't in this situation. You can block me, delete me, hate me, say "fuck you" to me multiple times and i'll still only be a phone call away. You'll always be important to me and i will always be concerned for you no matter what's happened between us. Again, i hope that however you're feeling is something you can sleep on and it's okay in the morning. Good night.