#lettersyouwillneverread

Loving someone you can’t have… or having someone you can’t love?

I paused. Thought. Felt.

And then I said—

“Leaving someone you can never unlove.”

Because sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t losing love or never finding it—It’s walking away from someone who still lives in your heart, even when life says you can’t stay.

Don’t thank me. Because my time is yours.

She’s not too busy—she's just making excuses. It’s unrealistic to believe that she didn’t notice your message or your missed call. She saw it. She saw the notification. The truth is, you're simply not a priority to her right now.

She’ll open your message when she’s bored or when it suits her—not because she's eager to connect. If you truly mattered to her, she wouldn’t wait for your message to appear on her screen—she’d be the one reaching out first.

It takes less than a minute to send a message to someone you care about. If she hasn’t found even that much time, take that as your answer. Remember, people make time for what matters to them. Always.

No person is busier than the one who doesn’t want you.

Let go, heart.

Where stars align and hearts can rhyme.

No missed chances, no silent cries—

Just you and me beneath clear skies.

I'll make you mine, no doubts, no fear,

With every heartbeat drawing near.

I'll love you deep, I'll love you true,

No force on Earth could part us two.

I'll hold you close through storm and flame,

And whisper softly your sweet name.

I’ll keep my promise, day and night,

To make your world forever bright.

And if fate gives us one more chance,

I’ll never miss that destined dance.

In that next life, come what may,

I'll find you, love you, and always stay.

But sometimes, wanting someone isn’t enough. Not when life’s timing is off. Not when two people are still healing in ways they don’t even realize.

77 cared about 66, deeply. But she struggled with emotional openness. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel—it’s that she didn’t know how to show those feelings. Somewhere along the way, life taught her to stay guarded, to carry the weight alone, to protect herself by keeping others at arm’s length. Vulnerability scared her. Letting someone in felt like risking too much of herself, like maybe she’d disappear if she did.

And 66? She felt everything—maybe a little too much, too deeply. Her mind was always spinning, reading into silences, dissecting tone, searching for meaning in every pause. She overthought everything because she was trying to protect a heart that had been hurt before. She needed closeness, clarity, reassurance. Not out of insecurity, but because emotional connection was how she felt safe, how she loved.

They loved differently. 77 stayed guarded, careful. While 66 loved with fire and needed to feel fully seen. 77 didn’t know how to open up. While 66 didn’t know how to feel okay without that openness. And slowly, all those little misunderstandings stacked up like invisible walls. 66 took 77’s silence personally. 77 mistook 66’s longing for clarity as pressure. So 77 pulled back, and 66 felt more alone.

Their connection was real. No doubt about that. But so were the emotional walls between them.

In the end, there was no dramatic ending. No big fight. Just a slow drift. A quiet sadness. A growing realization that love alone isn’t always enough—not when emotional safety is missing, not when understanding keeps slipping through the cracks.

They didn’t walk away because they didn’t care. They walked away because love without emotional readiness becomes a constant ache. Because sometimes, even the strongest feelings can’t fix what hasn’t yet healed.

Where your laughter once echoed, leaving no trace.

I search for a reason, a flicker, a sign,

That you remember, that you still hold me in your mind.

Your silence, a void that chills me to the core,

Your absence, a wound I can't ignore.

I yearn for your voice, a text, a simple hello,

Anything to show you haven't forgotten me, you know.

You said I was special, a treasure you hold dear,

But the distance grows, the words fall on deaf ears.

Days bleed into weeks, the silence now a wall,

And a question hangs heavy, "Did you miss me at all?"

My heart aches with a longing, a yearning so deep,

For the comfort of your presence, the secrets we keep.

But the days drift by, filled with unspoken fears,

Did you grow tired of my anxieties, my laughter, my tears?

Perhaps my rants, my anxieties, became a chore,

A burden you couldn't bear, a love you couldn't adore.

But even in my darkness, you were a guiding light,

A friend who understood, who made everything right.

Now you've vanished, leaving me in the cold,

A silence that screams, a story left untold.

I accept your silence, your choice to move on,

But the pain remains, a love that's been withdrawn.

I wish you well, truly, from the bottom of my heart,

But a part of me aches, a love torn apart.

I'll learn to live with the silence, the absence so stark,

But the memory of you, will always leave its mark.