Why Do We Always Think About The Text We Didn't Send?

 There should be a folder in all of our phones that is labeled " Things Better Left Unsaid". It would hold all of the messages we typed, read thousands of times, and deleted before anyone had the chance to see them. The " I miss you". The" I'm sorry". The " You hurt me". The "I still think about you". Somehow, the hardest conversations are the ones that never left the draft.  

Maybe that's because sending a text is the easy part. It's what comes after that is terrifying.

It's the waiting for the typing bubbles that never appear. It's the wondering if they'll answer in five minutes, five days, or five year. It's realizing that one message has the power to start a relationship, end one , change a friendship, or reveal feelings we've felt and spent months pretending we didn't have. 

So instead, we chose not to send it. 

We convince ourselves that silence is safer. We tell ourselves we've moved on, and that it's not worth reopening old doors, that if someone really wanted to know how we felt they'd already know. But for some reason, the messages we never send have a way of lingering far too long than the ones we do. 

Maybe that's why they come back to us at the strangest times. During a song that reminds us of someone we haven't spoken to in months. While waiting in line for coffee. At 2:00 a.m. when the world is quite enough for every" what if?" thought to become louder.

Of course, not every text deserves to be sent. Some are better left as proof that we have truly grown. Some belong to a version of ourselves that needed to say something, even if someone else has never heard it. Sometimes writing the words are just enough.  

 But every now and then, I wonder how many of our stories begin because both people are waiting for the other to press send. 

So I couldn't help but wonder.... are we haunted more by the words we said, or by the words we never had the courage to send?