Please Delete My Number
Because Im going to miss you. Because youre going to pop into my brain on a rainy Sunday evening when Bon Iver is humming in the background and Ive ran myself a tall glass of wine and a whiff of your age-old cologne catches me abruptly off guard lingering in the apartment like an unwanted mansion guest who was never invited to stay.
Please delete my number. Because Im going to want to call you when I apply for that job you always “re just saying that” I should go for, or cut my mane in that style I never dared to or get that dog we always talked about get and dont know who to text its eager illustration to. Im going to want to call you when the Bills win and when the last snowfall melts and when each long, wine-saturated night draws to a close and I wish that it were still you I was on my route home to.
Please delete my number because I didnt want to end up here. Because the word Maybe is the slowest shape of being subjected to torture that you possibly could have settled on, dragging out a hope that died long ago despite your stark refusal to bury it. Because perhaps doesnt entail, This may happen.
It means, I am too fearful to goes but not strong enough to stay.
It entails, Ill miss you but not enough to be with you.
It mean, I love you but not quite enough to stick around and fight.
Please delete my number because I dont want to delete you. Because I crave you with a certainty that you will perhaps never possess. Because I do not have to think twice about whether I would like to answer your text messages or pick up your telephone call. Because Im sure. Because I do not love people halfway and thats where you and I differ. I dont crave the occasional telephone call. I dont want to play your tired-out game.
Please delete my number because Im not going to settle for your maybes. I want concrete. I want definite. I want people who bellow when they say they will and show up when they is our intention to. I dont wishes to expend “peoples lives” waiting for and wasted on a person who can only desire halfway. I do not crave your texts, late at night that say,
I miss you or
Im sorry or
I simply need a little more time.
Please delete my number because Im deleting yours. And you can find person new to text your maybes to.