Roses And Thorns

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-Unsent texts part one

I imagined a conversation we might have had in another dimension.

I wrote messages I knew I would never send, seeking my own closure.

The conversation would start simply:

"Hey."

Then it would continue:

"I hope you're doing well, but not too well without me.

Honestly, I still can't hate you, even after you left me so easily.

I guess I never mattered enough for you to fight for me."

Then I would get bolder, releasing my thoughts for my sanity's sake.

"You captivated me from the start.

I saw that fire in you and was drawn in by your charm.

I admit I liked playing with fire and contemplating the flames.

I was guilty of that, but also of making you my poetry.

Deep down, I knew you weren't coming back, so I had to move on without you.

I never heard from you again, and I had to settle for making you unforgettable through my words."

I would get emotional and keep going.

"You were distant from the beginning, but I played the long game.

I thought I gained your trust and friendship.

The problem was I started to catch feelings.

The more I got attached, the more you pulled away.

You triggered every emotion in me with your cold indifference.

I kept ignoring the obvious and delaying the inevitable."

I stared at my phone, recalling every great memory, right down to the painful ones.

"I had to let you go for my own sake.

I moved on without the closure or apology I deserved.

But you don't care, not really..."

I paused, contemplating the "SEND" button.

I needed to forget and keep moving forward, or all my steps would be in vain.

In the end, I deleted everything, deciding it was for the best.

Months passed, and you remained unapologetic, blinded by your ego.

I had to stay strong and move on without confrontation or a possible apology.