The Letter That Stayed in My Drawer
I wrote the letter on a quiet evening when memories felt louder than usual. The room was still, but my thoughts were restless, circling around things I had never said out loud.
I addressed it to someone who once meant everything to me.
The words came slowly at first. I wrote about the laughter we shared, the small moments that felt ordinary then but precious now. I wrote about the misunderstandings too—the things we never cleared up, the silence that grew between us.
u/prettyypie — 19 hours ago