Not for a minute.

I don't like to have my phone on the charger for more than twenty minutes. I can't hear it go off when it's on there. But, it's no use. Because even when it's not on the charger, it irritates me so. I'll check it every five minutes. But you'll never text. I jump at the sound of it vibrating, and quickly whip it out to check, but it's only every twitter. Gargh, twitter. How I despise thee. You are yet to do me good.
Gargh. Please. Please, please, please, just text me? Let me know that you're still alive, I want to know that you're at least thinking of me. Because not for a minute have you left my mind.
A million and one thousand things are screaming in my head. And I can't seem to forget, can't stop thinking about you.