PS. You’re gonna regret fucking up what could have been a great thing. This is definitely your loss.
He stared at the blinking cursor wanting to send the message that, no doubt, will make no difference on the receiving end, but the bitterness in his heart needed to be bled out. His voice feels silenced, irrelevant, so often; been in this situation too many times it’s hard to keep track. However, their faces have yet to leave his nightmares.
He wants to forget everything, even if for only a day. Press pause on his life and just breathe.
He hits send knowing this will never happen.