You didn’t leave dramatically, there was no big fight, no goodbye text, no final call.
You just… faded.
One day, it was laughter and messages that made me smile; the next, it was silence that echoed louder than words. I kept telling myself you’d come back, that it was just space, not distance. But space has a way of becoming permanent when love runs out of things to say.
You were the unfinished story I kept rereading, hoping the ending would change.
Unsent Messages
1. You didn’t say goodbye, and I didn’t ask you to stay, maybe that’s why it still hurts.
2. I wonder if you ever think of me when your phone lights up with a name that isn’t mine.
3. I still catch myself searching for your face in crowds, like my heart hasn’t gotten the memo.
4. We never ended, we just stopped happening.
5. I hope you know I still smile when I think of you, even if it’s through tears.
6. You were my favorite coincidence, the kind that felt too real to be random.
7. Maybe we met too early, or maybe we just loved too quietly.
8. I still talk about you like you’re a ghost who never meant to haunt me.
9. You’ll always be the “what if” that keeps me soft, even after the world hardened me.
10. I didn’t lose you suddenly; I lost you slowly, in messages left unanswered, one day at a time.
Closing Thoughts
Some people don’t leave, they just drift into the distance, like fading songs you can still hum by heart.
You were never cruel, never careless. You just stopped choosing me. And I think that’s what makes it hurt the most, when love ends quietly.
I still carry you in the small things: in old songs, in familiar streets, in the places where I almost said something but didn’t. Maybe you were never meant to stay, maybe you were just meant to teach me that some goodbyes don’t need words.