There are goodbyes that sound final, and then there are the ones that echo.
Yours never stopped echoing.
It’s strange; the world kept moving, days kept happening, but part of me stayed stuck in that moment you left. I’ve tried to fill the silence with new faces, new places, new laughter but none of it sounds like you.
These are the words I never sent. The things I still wish you knew.
Unsent Messages:
1. I still check your birthday every year, pretending it’s just curiosity but it’s not. It’s missing you in disguise.
2. You said we needed time apart to find ourselves. I found pieces of me in every place we used to go, and none of them fit without you.
3. I never told you how scared I was to lose you. I acted tough, but I was terrified. Maybe that’s why you left, I never let you see how much I cared.
4. I deleted our messages, but I still remember every word. The screenshots are gone, but the memories won’t fade.
5. You said you loved me, but you also said you didn’t know what love meant. I wish I’d helped you learn, instead of walking away angry.
6. Sometimes I see someone who looks like you, and for half a second, I forget that we’re strangers now.
7. I used to imagine running into you years later; you’d smile, we’d laugh, maybe forgive each other. But now I’m not sure I’d even know what to say.
8. I thought healing meant forgetting you. But I think it means learning how to miss you without falling apart.
9. You became my favorite ghost — not haunting me to hurt, but to remind me of who I used to be when I loved fearlessly.
10. If I could send one last message, it wouldn’t be to ask you to come back. It would just say: I’m sorry, and I still think of you when it rains.
Closing Thoughts:
You were never just a chapter, you were the whole story I had to learn to close.
Some nights, I still wonder what would’ve happened if we’d been older, softer, braver. But maybe some love stories are meant to stay unfinished not because they weren’t real, but because they were too real for the time they had.
You’re gone, and I’ve moved on, at least on paper. But part of me will always live in those unsent words — the version of me that loved you, lost you, and still writes to you in silence.