Tonight feels unbearably heavy.
I don't even know why
there's no message, no memory,
just this quiet ache that refuses to go away.
It feels like my heart is carrying
a thousand unspoken things all at once.
I keep opening my notes,
typing and erasing, typing again,
because if i don't let these thoughts out,
I might lose myself in them.
Writing is the only way i can breathe right now.
I keep thinking about everything left unsaid,
the pauses that turned into silence,
the laughter that turned into distance.
I still wonder where you are,
what you're doing,
if you're okay.
And even if you've stopped caring,
even if i no longer cross your mind,
I can't seem to make my heart understand that.
I wish i could stop missing you.
I wish i could stop caring.
But tonight, I can't.
Tonight, I'm just a girl with tired eyes
and a heart that remembers too much,
writing to someone who will probably
never read these words,
just to make the weight a little lighter.
Wherever you are,
I hope you're safe,
I hope you're healing,
and i hope, somehow,
you know that in this short, quiet chapter of our story, you made me feel alive.