Unsent Monologues

  Finishing Unfinished Business Sometimes, closure isn’t given — it’s created. I need to say this for my own healing — not because I expect anything from you. Even after we ended things, something in me still felt unfinished — not because of anything you didn’t say, but because I never got to express the fullness of what you meant to me. The truth is, I cared about you more deeply than I ever said. What I felt for you was real, honest, and sincere. When things ended, it affected me in ways I tried to hide, even from myself. I reached out a few times afterward, and I wish I hadn’t, but I also understand why I did. I was trying to hold onto something that had already ended for you, even though my heart wasn’t ready to let go. But beyond the hurt, I want to acknowledge something that matters to me: You changed me. You helped me in ways no one else ever had. You reminded me that I was beautiful, important, and valuable. You pushed me to see myself differently. You encourage...

  Make-Believe When I think about all my past relationships, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as  lukewarm  as you. You have phantom capabilities — a way of vanishing while still standing right in front of me. Sometimes, I wonder if that whole season of my life was even real, since it’s completely gone now. Maybe I made it all up. Maybe that’s how you like me to feel — as if it was all in my head. Maybe we never really met. Maybe none of it happened at all. Maybe it was all make-believe. But if it were make-believe, I wouldn’t have created a version where I had to  ask  to be seen. I would’ve written someone who was happy to see me — without hesitation. Someone who spoke love openly, prayed for me faithfully, and cared about my heart. In my version, my thoughts would’ve mattered. When we made love, it would’ve felt mutual — a shared desire to please and connect. We’d talk about our pasts, our present, and maybe even our futures. We’d talk about all the weird t...