You waited.
Not for a miracle.
Just for decency.
One final message.
One last word.
But all you got—
was silence.
And somehow, that said everything.
He had time for seven people.
He wrote to them all.
He left you out—
like love was a game of priority.
Like loyalty could be ranked.
But the truth?
You still showed up for yourself.
You still glowed, even through the ache.
And that… is the message.
Another Day, Still No Message
Emotional Healing | July 2025— M.j.P
Notes I Never Sent 