A Message You Never Sent

I typed your name again tonight,

slowly… like it still carried weight.

The letters appeared one by one,

glowing softly on my screen—

so familiar, yet so distant now.

For a moment, everything felt the same.

Like nothing had changed.

Like we were still who we used to be.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard,

hesitating between courage and fear.

My heart began to race again—

just like it always does

whenever your name shows up in my world.

I started typing…

“I miss you… how have you been?”

Simple words.

Soft words.

But somehow, they felt heavier than ever.

I stared at the message for a long time,

reading it again and again,

as if the meaning might change—

as if it might suddenly feel easier to send.

But it didn’t.

So, like always…

I erased it.

Letter by letter.

Feeling something inside me disappear

with every tap of the delete key.

Because some words

are never meant to be sent.

And some feelings

don’t find their way out.

Tell me… do you still think of me sometimes?

Maybe in quiet moments before sleep?

Or in the middle of a busy day

when something reminds you of us?

Or did you learn how to forget me—

the way people pack away old memories

they no longer want to carry?

I wish I knew.

There’s so much I wanted to tell you.

About how life moved on without asking me,

about how days passed

but some nights still felt stuck in the past.

I wanted to tell you

how I learned to smile again,

but not the same way as before.

How I laugh now—

but sometimes it feels incomplete.

I wanted to tell you

about the things I never said,

the truths I buried deep inside,

the emotions I was too afraid to show

when you were still here.

But fear…

fear has always been louder than my voice.

It whispers doubts into my mind—

“What if they don’t care anymore?”

“What if you’re just a memory now?”

And so, silence wins.

Every single time.

The message stays trapped inside me,

unspoken, unfinished—

just like us.

It’s strange, isn’t it?

How something so small…

a simple message—

can carry so much weight.

How one click—send—

feels harder than letting go.

Maybe one day,

I’ll gather enough courage.

Maybe one day,

I won’t overthink every word.

Maybe one day,

I’ll press “send”

and finally let the truth out.

But tonight…

tonight feels just like all the nights before.

I stare at the empty chat,

the silence louder than ever,

and slowly lock my phone.

The screen fades to black,

but the thoughts don’t disappear.

They stay.

They always stay.

And once again,

I walk away from a conversation

that never even began.

So here I am,

holding onto words

that were meant for you—

but will probably never reach you.

And maybe… that’s just how some stories are.

Unfinished.

Unspoken.

Unsent.

Tell me… have you ever written something

you never had the courage to send?