The Unsent Text

Dear Delyara, I’ve had "I miss you" typed into my phone for two hours. I haven't sent it. I won't send it. We haven't spoken in a year, and I know it was the right decision to walk away. But tonight, the air is cold and I can’t stop thinking about the way you used to make tea. I’m surrounded by "connections," but none of them feel like home. I’m starving for a conversation that matters, but I’m too scared to be the one to start it.