sugar crush
Wellknown Ace
The screen on my phone glowed with an unexpected message. It had been almost a year since we last spoke. Twelve months of radio silence, with no explanation or apology.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read the words. He was thinking about me, about us. The what-ifs and maybes that had haunted me for so long.
His message was simple, yet profound. "I started loving you," he said. "That's why I left. I was afraid of my own emotions, afraid of getting hurt."
A lump formed in my throat as I processed his words. The uncertainty that had haunted me for months finally had an answer. But with that answer came a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and confusion.
As I sat there, staring at my phone, I realized I had a choice to make. I could respond, reopen the door to our past, or leave it closed and move on with my life. I wished I could tell him that I loved him more, and he meant everything to me.
But we were best friends too.
After a year of silence, I finally had my voice back. I kept staring at the phone, unsure of what to do next.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read the words. He was thinking about me, about us. The what-ifs and maybes that had haunted me for so long.
His message was simple, yet profound. "I started loving you," he said. "That's why I left. I was afraid of my own emotions, afraid of getting hurt."
A lump formed in my throat as I processed his words. The uncertainty that had haunted me for months finally had an answer. But with that answer came a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and confusion.
As I sat there, staring at my phone, I realized I had a choice to make. I could respond, reopen the door to our past, or leave it closed and move on with my life. I wished I could tell him that I loved him more, and he meant everything to me.
But we were best friends too.
After a year of silence, I finally had my voice back. I kept staring at the phone, unsure of what to do next.