To Dispel the Claims of Triviality

 The tears won't come anymore, yet I've been weeping without pause since I spoke those words.
  
 Not an ounce of strength remains—neither in body nor in spirit. I feel myself withering away, growing dim and lifeless.
  
 You know, just a word or two from you could heal me!
  
 Do you know what I think these days? I think you've found yourself a new lover, that you write her so many things! That she takes such good care of you!
  
 Tell me it doesn't hurt me! I could take care of you too, you know—but you never gave me that chance!
  
 Truth be told, I really can't do many things... my limitations won't let me.
  
 I came here to tell you something else entirely, and look what I'm saying instead! I feel like I'm spilling everything out like a child. Why is it that whenever you talk to me, you throw around words like "damn" and "bullshit" and "sex"? It feels so insulting. Why can't you speak gently with me? Can't everyone handle everything!?
  
 Don't you know that even if you don't love someone, you can still speak to them with respect! Does not loving someone mean you have to speak so disrespectfully, tell me? I love you—beyond that, I've never committed any crime or wrongdoing against you!
  
 I'm utterly worthless, aren't I? Fine, I won't come back anymore.
  
 Actually, I didn't come here to say any of this...
  
 When someone's name brings such tears to your eyes, I never would have believed it possible without love. I have been able to love, I have received love—I have nothing more to ask for. There is no one richer in this world than I am.