I won't.

I won't bug you about it even though, truthfully, I check it each and every day. I'll sit there with idle time, and check the places that you haven't ventured to check yet. And I won't complain about it to you, no, for this fear from past experiences not belonging to me prevent me from doing such a thing. Again, the fear of being hated emerges. Or of inconveniencing you so.

It's a thing I think about constantly.

I know, no one likes it like I do. No one is as emerged in it as I am.

That doesn't change my longing.