"The Missed Message"
Last night, I typed out a message.
"Hey... I miss you. I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I still think about you sometimes. Hope you're okay."
I stared at it for ten minutes. Read it again. Edited the wording. Then deleted it. Re-typed it.
But I never hit send.
Not because I didn’t mean it — I did. Every word.
I just wasn’t sure if I wanted a reply… or if I was afraid of not getting one.
So I closed the chat.
Put my phone down.
And told myself: “Some messages are meant to be felt, not sent.”
Last night, I typed out a message.
"Hey... I miss you. I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I still think about you sometimes. Hope you're okay."
I stared at it for ten minutes. Read it again. Edited the wording. Then deleted it. Re-typed it.
But I never hit send.
Not because I didn’t mean it — I did. Every word.
I just wasn’t sure if I wanted a reply… or if I was afraid of not getting one.
So I closed the chat.
Put my phone down.
And told myself: “Some messages are meant to be felt, not sent.”
