The Last Message I Never Sent

I typed the message three times.

And deleted it three times.

It wasn’t because I didn’t know what to say. It was because I knew… it wouldn’t change anything.

Her name still sat at the top of my chat list. Pinned.

Not because she was still mine… But because I couldn’t let her go.

It had been 17 days.

17 days since her last message.

*“Take care.”*

Two simple words.

No explanation. No emotion.

Just an ending… disguised as concern.

At first, I didn’t accept it.

I kept checking my phone every few minutes, hoping to see her name light up again.

A “Hey.” A “I miss you.” Even a “Sorry.”

Anything.

But silence has a way of teaching you the truth that words avoid.

I tried to distract myself.

Went out with friends. Watched movies. Scrolled endlessly.

But somehow… everything reminded me of her.

The songs we used to share. The late-night calls. The way she used to say my name like it actually meant something.

I remember the night it all changed.

She was quiet.

Not the comfortable silence we used to have… But the kind that makes your heart uneasy.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah… just tired,” she replied.

That was the beginning of the distance.

Replies got shorter. Calls became rare. Excuses became normal.

And I kept holding on.

Not because it felt right… But because I didn’t want to lose her.

Funny how we fight the hardest for the people who are already letting go.

That night, I opened our old chats.

Scrolled all the way up.

To the beginning.

“Hi :)” That’s how it started.

So simple.

So harmless.

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