The Message I Never Sent

There was a message I wrote a hundred times but never had the courage to send.

It wasn’t anything complicated. Just a few honest words that I had been carrying for a long time.

I wanted to say that I missed how things used to be. I wanted to ask if they ever thought about me too.I wanted to know whether I still mattered or if I had become just another forgotten name in their life.

But every time I opened the chat, I stopped.

What if they didn’t care anymore?

What if my message became an inconvenience?

What if the silence that already hurt became even worse after I heard their answer?

So I kept deleting the words.

Days turned into weeks, and eventually I stopped checking the chat.

Not because I stopped caring, but because I realized that sometimes you can care about someone and still choose your own peace.

Maybe they were meant to stay in my life.

Maybe they were only meant to teach me something.

I’ll probably never know.

And honestly, I’m okay with that now.

The message is still sitting in my notes.

Unread.

Unsent.

But for the first time, I don’t feel the need to send it.