I never complained, did I?
When you slowly started getting busier?
I never said a word when your affection for me began to fade.
I never showed annoyance, though I haven't seen you in so long.
And when you stopped holding me close, did I ever sulk in protest?
Tell me, should I even complain about that girl—the one who slips into your inbox, luring you with her nude body?
All my life, I've been chasing peace—I even left home for it, my love.
If you so much as hint at it, I'll give you all the space you need.
After all, it's better to endure a drought than to be drowned by a flood.
