I want to talk to you right now, but I promised to stop. Less is more. I have to detach myself. What would I even say if I could send a message? There’s nothing to say – nothing of importance anyway. Nothing relevant. It’s just talking. Rambling. Because I crave a response. Any response makes my heart leap. But of course, the more I get, the more I want. And no amount could ever satisfy me. I’ll always need more. And that’s why I have to stop…now.