I will learn how to love a little less, so that you can breathe more, and be more than I’ll ever be. I want to talk a little less, that way, at the end of the day, I’ll only remember your side of the story. I want to walk a little less, this way, I have enough energy to carry you back home when your feet hurt. I will miss you less, so when you come back, you won’t have to have problems with my sorry self. I want to touch you less, figured it’d keep you in the same skin you’ve been in. I want to hold you less, you’ll have fewer degrees of body heat to worry about. I want to kiss your body less, this way your skin can heal, and no hickies can embarrass you in front of mumsie. I do confess, I want more from you, as you should know, you asked for the rest, I guess, in reality I want to love you…less.