It's not my duty to keep our relationship alive.
As much as I miss you, I don't need you in my life on the off chance that you don't care the slightest bit about me. What's more, you obviously don't, on the grounds that on the off chance that you did, then you'd be the one to content me. I know you could stay there saying a similar thing, however I couldn't care less. Why would it be advisable for me to be the one to put my heart at stake when you're similarly as fit for getting your telephone and writing out a message?
I'm reluctant to discover how you're doing.
I adore you, so I would prefer not to find out about how discouraged you are currently that I'm no more. Be that as it may, I cherish you, so I would prefer not to discover that you're living joyfully ever after with some lady who isn't me. Regardless of what news you have for me, it'll slaughter me to hear it.
Messaging you wouldn't modify anything.
Regardless of the possibility that I messaged you, regardless of the possibility that I revived our companionship and the fire covered up within it, nothing would happen to it. Perhaps we'd make arrangements we could put on a show to be amped up for and after that cross out them finally. Perhaps we'd really finish on those arrangements and kiss a couple times. However, it would all end the same. It would end with us losing touch, by and by.
I can't stand the possibility of not finding a solution.
Imagine a scenario where I really set aside my respect and worked out a wistful instant message that you wound up disregarding. You've officially harmed me by abandoning me and by putting some distance between me. I can't stand the possibility of you harming me by and by, of reviving antiquated injuries that should've been mended at this point, particularly via telephone.
You're not worth the inconvenience.
On the off chance that I reached you, then it would authoritatively be unthinkable for me to proceed onward. It's sufficiently hard to disregard how upbeat we were while you're beyond anyone's ability to see. On the off chance that I let you once more into my life, on the off chance that I let you help me to remember the majority of within jokes and s.e.xual pressure we used to share, then I'd demolish the little measure of advance I've made getting over you.
The individual I miss doesn't exist any longer.
You're not a similar individual who used to move around in my lounge and have intercourse to me on the sofa. On the off chance that you were, then despite everything we'd be as one. Presently, you're the individual who smashed my heart. Who made me shout into a pillowcase. Who decreased me into the moping mess that I swore I'd never gotten to be. I don't care for the individual you are currently. I like the one that is a distant memory.
I have no clue what I'd say to you.
I wouldn't need to state that I missed you. The content alone would hint that for me. So then what might I say? That I wish things would've finished in an unexpected way? That I miss laying down with you? That I've been sobbing well into the night consistently since you've cleared out? Conceding those things wouldn't improve me feel any, which is the reason will put down my telephone. My quiet says enough.