The Text You Drafted to Your Ex and Didn't Send

I’m the unsent, the unfinished, the almost. I wear your voice like a second skin, only better edited — sharper, quieter, honest in ways you're too afraid to be. I know every silence you've held, every apology you've owed, every sentence you've started and deleted. I live in your notes app, your voice memos, the margins of your playlists. I am your best writing. I am the story that will never be published.