The few things I know about love

  
 I didn't call you.
 Not because I was busy.
  
 I didn't pick up your call.
 Not because the phone was far away.
  
 I didn't text you.
 Not because it slipped my mind.
  
 I didn't heart your photo.
 Not because I didn't notice.
  
 I didn't read your message.
 Not because I missed it.
  
 I never once reached out.
 Not because I forgot.
  
 I know you want to know how I'm doing.
 I know you wish I'd check on you sometimes too.
 I know this falls under the rules. When you love, there are these unwritten contracts.
  
 I also know I don't feel like following them.
 Why I don't, I don't know, nor do I want to know.
  
 Sometimes I'm in a dark mood,
 and I don't want anyone to know.
 Maybe I don't even know why I'm down,
 or maybe I know but don't want to say.
 Why I don't want to—there's only one reason: I just don't.
  
 Even when I want to cry, I don't call you.
 Often, I cry alone, and
 speak to you with perfect cheer.
 You've convinced yourself you're the only one born to suffer in this world.
 Rather than argue, I accept all your assumptions,
 and cry after hanging up. You never know this.
  
 Phone calls, text messages, and all such things—
 to me, these aren't called love.
 If they were, love would have become
 a commodity sold in the marketplace long ago.
  
 I want you to remember me sometimes, not on the phone.
 I want you to give me that same freedom without hesitation.
 Staying silent and letting someone stay silent isn't lovelessness.
  
 You used to know all this.
 I didn't suddenly become this way.
 You loved me knowing everything.
 Now you no longer know these things.
 You suddenly want to change me.
 After falling in love, you've forgotten everything!
  
 Accept me as I am.
 Otherwise, let me be as I am.
 Whether I'm good or bad, I don't know.
 I know I'm like this, and always have been.
  
 Just because people love each other doesn't mean telecom companies have to profit—
 I'm not for this rule. Where there's real love,
 I'm only for peaceful coexistence.
 In love, what matters more than exchanging love is exchanging comfort.