There is a message sitting in the drafts.
I have rewritten it four times.
Once it was too long.
Once it was too short.
Once it sounded like I was asking for something I was not sure I wanted.
So it stays there.
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Unsent messages are strange.
They take up more space than the ones that leave.
Because the ones that leave are finished.
They have done their job or they have not.
Either way, they are no longer mine to carry.
The unsent ones remain open.
They keep asking the same questions every time I open the app.
Should I say it?
Will it change anything?
What if it makes things worse?
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I have noticed that most of the messages I never send are not the angry ones.
They are the honest ones.
The ones that name something soft.
The ones that admit I care.
The ones that ask a simple question I am afraid will be answered with silence.
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Sometimes the weight is not the message itself.
It is the fear of what happens after it leaves.
Or the fear of what happens if it never does.
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I do not know if I will send it today.
But I know that leaving it unsent is also a choice.
And every choice has a weight.
Even the ones that look like doing nothing.
