r/UnsentLetters

I wish you well. Peace not option for me. You won’t find me here anymore. I think it’s time for us to move on. I do not think this platform is bringing the best right now especially when we both need calm environment. I hope you will find your peace. And I hope you are happy. I never wished you anything bad. Stay safe my frienddd. P. S. I would like to reach out but honestly I do not know what kind of person or version of you I will get today.

How have you been?

Even now, I still don’t quite have the courage to ask you that directly. So instead, I’m talking to you here.

I believe you’ve probably been doing okay. Lately, you seem to have a little more energy again in the group chat, and strangely… seeing that gives me a bit of relief.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m overthinking things, but when I read the conversations in the group, I can’t help feeling that maybe you’ve been trying to check whether I’m okay too. At times, it feels like you want to talk to me, or maybe see if I’ll respond to you.

I want you to know… it’s not that I don’t want to reply to you. I just don’t know how to speak to you naturally again yet, even if it’s only about the game.

Before, in my letter, I said that if you were okay and wanted to talk to me again, you would always be welcome. But now, ironically, I realized I’m actually the one who isn’t ready yet.

I keep wondering whether my silence makes you think I’m still angry with you. I’m not.

And I’m also afraid that maybe you think I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. That’s absolutely not true.

Lately, I feel a little lost and unsure of myself. Maybe I’m afraid that if I speak again, I’ll hurt you somehow, or that things will become painful again like before.

I don’t want to lose you again.

Not because I need you to stay by my side forever. I know one day you’ll eventually leave my life. But for now… I just hope you won’t leave too soon.

Last night, a small part of me was quietly hoping you would send reinforcements to me. When you didn’t, I ended up feeling a little disappointed. For a moment, it felt like maybe you had finally made up your mind to leave me behind. I didn’t realize how much that would affect me. Even though deep down, I know I have to accept that one day, you may leave my life.

So maybe, for the first time — and perhaps the last time — I want to ask something selfish of you:

Would you stay with me a little longer?

I don’t know when I’ll finally be able to gently answer you again, or naturally reach back toward you.

But if you can… would you give me just a little more time?

i hope youre not here scrolling too…

i cant help but think of you. it was a wild time back then. i remember feeling safe with you. i held on because i admired you so much. i saw how much you held inside even when you never complained and i deeply respect that

i pulled away because i was overwhelmed with my own life and didnt know how to handle what i was feeling. im really sorry for disappearing on you like that and for the hurt it caused. you didnt deserve any of it. thank you for believing in me when i couldnt believe in myself. you made me feel seen and capable. i never told you enough how much it meant

ive been working on myself trying to become better and stronger. but the more i see the world the more i realize how much better everything feels when youre with someone who matters. so many places and little moments keep reminding me of you

i know youre grinding hard right now. im so proud of you. i really am. youre going to reach everything you want i believe in you with all my heart. please know you deserve real love, the one that sees the man behind the effort and chooses him every single day

i genuinely wish you peace and strength in everything youre building. im really grateful for you and for everything you brought into my life

whatever you do dont forget i love you

I think I manifested you and that’s why our pull is so strong. The net I cast was specific and there you were. The song lyrics that my soul had bled upon the earth. In the flesh. A blurry shaped you is what I envisioned.

Send me a playlist.

How do I find the words to do this…? I feel like I’m too old to be on here, and I’m setting myself up for the ultimate rejection. I know I’m not the only one who reads these posts, thinking they’re about him or herself. I made a decision that any information I obtain about you would be received in real life, not online. But here I am, compelled to do this post, because of what I’ve read on this platform.

I am here for you. I always have been. No matter how crazy and enraged I’ve been, I have always wanted to be your lover and protector. And it nearly killed me to know you were taken away from me like that. How much say did you actually have in it all? You know I’ve tried approaching you, but to no avail. I even knocked on your door and expressed my concern to the person who answered. To no avail.

Time and again I was faced with the possibility that you did not reciprocate my feelings, and that I was out of line and being an outright stalker. The forces around us seemed to enforce these sentiments. Understand that it was this situation that turned me into such a monster. Ultimately, I was forced to watch without watching. And I was helpless to it. Yes I could’ve chased your car or stormed into your house, but I bet it wouldn’t have gotten me far. Just like the show tune terrorizing I did so well. To no avail.

So how do I get to you? I have a hunch you’re sick of the games. I sure as fuck am. So enough. Come to me. My door is open for you. Don’t make me search and search and search. You’ve shown yourself to me before. You can do it again. Now’s the time, the stage is set.

but I'm still not sure if I should. I want to reach out, but idk if it's a good idea. You ended things with no explanation then avoided me. That should probably tell me everything I need to know. Not much about that indicates you'd want to hear from me again.

So why is it so hard to move on?

You're hard to forget.

I think of you often, and my heart aches.

I wish you nothing but success.

I pray the universe keeps you protected on your journey.

May every path you take be cleared before your feet touch the ground.
May harm lose its way before it reaches you.
May hardship pass beside you instead of through you.

I release this prayer without attachment.
No pull.
No claim.
No weight.

Only frequency.

Only light moving through the field.
Only intention dissolving into the current of everything that exists.

As the edges of self soften, as ego loses its name, as consciousness expands beyond memory and form, I send this into the universe:

May you be guided.
May you be guarded.
May peace find you in every room you enter.
May success arrive without taking anything sacred from you.
May your spirit stay intact through every season meant to shape you.

I ask nothing back.

I only send protection into the infinite, and trust the universe knows where to place it.

All I want is for you to meet me for coffee. Sit down catch up. Meet me where I’m at. Let’s start there.

Sometimes it's not a game, or playing coy, or whatever it is you're used to. Some of us are just extremely socially awkward and don't know what the hell we're doing. Sometimes we're not even looking for anything, and it finds us anyways. And it kind of sucks, because life says hey, you want to be anonymous? Well, as ever, the punchline just arrived and the fight was thrown long before your arrival.

Hey, look, I liked you, or how you presented. But it also could have all been projection. I'm projecting, you're projecting, we're all quite a theater in here, eh? Gently, and calmly: I liked you, but I don't know you. There's more than a quarter million in a 20-mile radius. I know you found me. Heard a bit too much. But I couldn't be expected to interview ten thousand with the same initial, you know?

But by then, it was too late. Do you understand? The chill in the air, the sudden change of behavior. It became difficult to reach out, even if I had wanted to. Unwelcome was not enough to describe it. Someone cares, everyone is confused, and it's just far and beyond too late. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yes, I'm a coward. It's both my fault and not.

I should have tried harder.

I'm sorry.

Is it every time I build up the guts to talk to you face to face, to actually figure out what this is, the opportunity never presents itself. It like the universe is saying DONT DO IT!
Avoidance is easy, it’s safe, no one gets hurt, there’s no risks

But then my heart begins to ache, because I don’t know what this is, I don’t even know if it is anything, am I delusional? Have I created something that’s not in my head? is it something worth pursuing? Is it worth the risk? Is it worth creating chaos in my life for? And Its scary to think how much this has impacted me, to the point I am questioning my mentality and sanity, why is it so friggen hard!! It shouldn’t feel like this, it shouldn’t be so damn difficult. But it is and I can’t answer these questions alone.

But If this really is something and you feel it too, why won’t you meet me half way?
I mean I honestly hate when people say the ball is your court or it’s now up to you, I’m not doing that, nor am I asking for some grand gesture. Just small steps, just a breadcrumb, just something so I know I’m not in this alone.

Or do I just keep spiralling in these delusions that there’s something there when there never was?

Have you considered just taking what you want? Haven't we done enough of this? The I'm-not-looking-at-you thing? We're both obvious and it's undignified.

Neither of us is moving on or forgetting. I cite the ongoing mutually bizarre behavior as proof. Normal people would have long since given up - said, yeah, they seemed cool but turned out to be crazy, oh well. But not us! It's like we're trapped in an epic contest to see who can make things even more awkward. You think that was awkward? Watch this!

Sometimes it's fun. Sometimes it hurts. Underneath it all is that current - the electric energy of what we both know is true. We could be closer to one another than we've ever been to anyone in our lives. Everyone else is one way, but we're different and the same.

I'm sorry to inform you that the next move is yours. On the surface, you've rejected me, although I still don't believe you. But I will stand rejected until you decide to take what you want.

I used to say that you are mine and I am yours. Now the sad truth is that, you were mine and I’ll always be yours.

It's been months since I disappeared from your life like a ghost, without even a whisper I fled. 

I could spill words that would explain, but explanations when one apologizes sound like excuses. And there's no excuse. 

What I did, the way I acted when it came to you, was simply just so wrong, I was so wrong in so many ways. 

And I'm so, so very sorry. 

You deserved better, and I could've been that better but cowardice runs deep in my veins, it's seeded in my very core and it corrodes my heart like rust. 

You needed closeness, you wanted it so badly, you craved for it and I felt squeezed, when you grow up starved, when your entire conception of love amounts to nothing but crumbs, when someone offers you a plate and tells you to eat, you feel your stomach turn inside you, like you will get sick. You don't, now I know that, but I could feel my stomach turning in me. 

That, and the constant fear of getting used to taking bites just to have them taken away from you. 

I loved you, I still do, I believe that someone that doesn't love doesn't spend months on end writing letters that will not send. 

And I will not send them, not because I don't miss you, oh believe me when I say that my heart bleeds your name at night, that the weight of knowing that I lost probably the love of my life over my pathetic self is sickening me even more than I was before.  

I will not send them because I love you, and because you deserve better, better that I can be, but what if I can't? 

You deserve someone to hang Christmas lights and have hot cocoa, you deserve children of your own and a partner who's not afraid of ruining them for good like it happened to her. 

You deserve someone who can love you like a person does, like a woman does, not this monstrously broken love that only knows how to harm. 

I hope you never read this, I hope you never get this poorly spit apology and confession. I hope you're not lurking in these subs, looking for words that taste like mine, looking to find me. But if you do -What a bliss yet a pain it'd be that you do-, if you bump against my words and recognize my tongue behind them, if you're looking for me, come, my darling, let me make amends shall you need me to, let me tell you how much I'm sorry one more time, to call your name out loud even if to splurge me. 

I hope you're happy, satisfied and loved, that my face, my voice, my words fade from you, like if I wasn't there, like if my existence was nothing but a dream on a summer nap, something that startled you to wake up but it's not there anymore.

Forget me, my darling, don't fear reprise for doing so, I have already forgiven you for it. There's nothing but tenderness in my heart for you.

I will forever be sorry, I will forever remember every detail, every little speck, on those, your eyes.

I will carry this pain with me and I will do it with the smile that crosses my face when I remember that for a moment we were happy, and I almost dared to dream.

Now I'll come back to the slumber that claims me like I'm his. To sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream. 

Stop looking at me I cant take it . Just stop already not really stop stop being so wonderful to me. Why must it be you . The one my heart wants. I dislike how I have to show you my feelings. Their getting stronger. They never go away . And I must give in . The power struggle is making me heal. I want you . Gosh darn it .

I Wana fake cry and throw a tantrum but I miss you and no one else will do, you are so special to me. Ugh. Now I'm just in love and I don't want to be but I do only because it is you. Now please let me have a moment before I scream your name loudly and really embarrass myself.

I believe in you. Some part of me need you to balance me out but that's okay because some parts of you really need me too. We're two ends of the same vine. You're the flower, and i'm the thorn, but also the stem, that brings nutrients to the flower.

I'm much better as a concept. And I think I've used disillusionment to escape my own reality multiple times throughout my life. At least I'm self-aware. I'm in the process of pulling the plugs on my feelings for you, hoping they die off entirely to the point where I can see you and feel absolutely nothing. I've made progress, been making progress. Ever since you basically drew the line in the fucking sand I will not cross it, that isn't me sweetheart. I won't simp for a man who isn't 100% all-encompassed by me, if I'm not your dream girl honey, I'm not your dream girl. Let's keep it pushing. I like the feeling of being chosen, of being prioritized. I like a man that is all about me and no one else because the amount I pour back into him will keep his glass overflowing. I don't stay where I am not wanted and I don't beg and plead and look like a hot mess, I've learned from past mistakes. You dust yourself off, get tf back up and keep it moving. My head is still held high, my heart is still kind and I am still achieving my goals. Goodluck baby, hope she's more your speed. Also, get her off my recommended, how messy is that shit haha *muah*

Hey you…

For years I have been struggling. Depression. Anxiety. It doesn’t seem like I can have a moment of peace where I’m not struggling to breathe. I’m in the middle of a vast ocean, and the waves just keep coming. Mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of salty ocean water, my lungs burning, my brain going numb from the lack of oxygen.

Yet, somehow, you mysterious and magical person, are just sitting there on the waves. Chill, calm, and collected. While many have just passed by my raised hand for help, you leaned down and pulled me up. I could breathe even if for just a moment. You told me you appreciated me, and the storm faded. The waves ceased to exist. I looked at you, and I didn’t feel afraid.

Is it a life jacket? Inflatable flamingo? A glass table an inch under the water? Jet skis? Kayak? Jesus? Mermaids? Are you secretly Percy Jackson’s long lost brother and another son of Poseidon? How do you do it? You are as the titanic was supposed to be. Unsinkable. Yet, here I am, overboard entirely.

The waves have gotten much worse and I can’t find you. I didn’t tell you, but you meant the world to me. Even if it all was just for a fraction of a second. I appreciate you, for just showing me kindness. It’s probably why I fell for you in the first place. You are beautiful in every way possible.

- Me

Listen, I’m going to make this quick because I know my accounts have a habit of vanishing into the ether—honestly, at this point, I think I have a personal genie whose only job is to delete my digital existence. If this account goes poof again, I’m officially blaming the universe for having a vendetta against me.
But back to the main attraction: You.
We had an agreement. A "no feelings" clause, remember? I was supposed to be the cool, detached observer, and you were supposed to be... well, whatever we were doing. I think I "failed the assignment" pretty spectacularly, because somewhere along the way, I accidentally grew a heart. And the moment you started playing Casper the Friendly Ghost, I realized I’d grown a lot more than I intended.
I’m tired of the silence. It’s emotionally and mentally exhausting, and frankly, I’m too busy to play Hide and Seek with a grown man.
Here is the deal: I know you’re going through things. I get it. I’ve said "I understand" so many times I should be charging a therapy copay. I’m patient, I’m forgiving, and I genuinely care—but my patience has a shelf life, and we are currently hovering near the expiration date.
I never got to apologize for whatever I did to hurt you. I never intended to cause damage, and I’m sorry. But if you’re pulling away because you think I’m not "enough"—pretty enough, interesting enough, or just not your type—take a seat, because you’re wrong. I’m actually a really great person to have in your corner. I don’t want fancy things; I want to go camping, get dirt under my fingernails, and maybe make some history in the middle of nowhere. I want a real date, not a scavenger hunt for your attention.
So, here is your choice. You can stay in the silence, or you can actually communicate.
If you feel even a shred of what I feel, leave a 🦀 in your next post or sign. That’s it. That’s the signal. If there’s no crab, I’ll take that as my cue to officially retire from the "waiting for you to grow a pair" league.
I’m ready to see where this goes, even if we have to take it slow and steady. But if you’re just here to haunt me, please, for the love of everything, go haunt someone else.
I’m standing right here. The ball is in your court—if you can handle holding it.🔥

I don't know anymore what is real. I have to focus on what's in front of me. Life is moving around me and I am stuck. I want to move forward with you, but there's no hope for that. I am tired of questioning myself. Tired of trying to guess. I don’t want to be here anymore doing this. It's messing with me. I want life back, I don't want to check my phone unless I know it's from you, and I never know. I'm likely just losing my mind and none of this is you.