In accusation, in reproach

 
Listen, Mohin, to have you I need you, and only you, always!
I'm not as patient or enduring as the heroines in your stories...


Next time we meet, touch my forehead with deep tenderness,
touch my hair, touch my face...hold me close to your chest for a long while.
Give me the chance to feel whatever affection you have for me!


I want to hold you in all my feelings.
I want to love you and stay with you always.
Never let me be separated from you.


Mohin, even when you're far away, keep me with you?
Even when you're terribly busy, never forget me completely.
So I won't feel alone, so I can always feel—
I have someone somewhere! I'm not alone, I have a person of my own!


Never ask me polite, empty questions, Mohin! I don't like hearing them.
What doesn't come from the heart, never show me that.


When we don't talk, I feel incomplete all the time.
Then I look at you for the longest while, I look at you so tenderly...


I'm not angry with you, we don't fight, we have no conflicts about anything,
...yet somehow so many hurts gather in this chest of mine, Mohin!


I've been wanting to know how you are for so long! Why won't you say anything?
Don't you check your texts sometimes? Do it more often, much more often!
You're so strange, Mohin! No matter how I try, I can't quite understand you!


All right, let me tell you what you're like. You're such that if I died...you wouldn't even know!
Just as you don't answer many of my words, I won't answer yours either, you'll see!


And yes, if there's sincerity, one can spare just a minute out of twenty-four hours!
Listen Mohin, it takes no more than a second to make a phone call to someone!


Ugh! How shameless I'm becoming...you never call,
and here I am writing this to you again! I've become such water in your presence, Mohin!


Fine, from today onwards I'll never hope for your phone calls again.
I'll try my best, no matter how much I want to, never to call you.
However much pain I'm in, whatever the reason—you'll never know!


You know Mohin, I understand some things very simply. Because I understand, I hurt so much.
Like this: when I love someone, they become my everything!


Since you don't love me, it's natural for you not to call me.
Besides, why would you love me anyway?


Mohin, what kind of person am I, look!
Day by day my complaints only keep growing!


I feel like crying so much!
Will you let me cry a little against your chest?