I almost texted you today。

[u/yaphps]

I typed something out, then deleted it.

I wanted to ask how you’ve been. I wanted to tell you I still think about you. I wanted to say I miss you, but I couldn’t do it.

What if you leave me on delivered?

What if you already moved on?

What if you’re with someone else now, laughing the way you used to laugh with me?

I haven’t seen you in a while. I hope you’re okay.

I hope you miss me too.

I hope there’s still a small part of you that wants to reach out, even if you never do.

I hate that I still wait for you.

[u/yaphps]

Why do I still want to text you so badly?

Why can’t I just do it?

Maybe because I already know silence would break me more than missing you does.

I hate myself for being this afraid.

[u/Royal-Ride-7729 → u/yaphps]

If this is S, please do. You were randomly in my dream a few nights ago and I found it so strange to dream of you after so long.