r/UnsentTexts

I think it is worth mentioning that 95.62% of people know exactly how to “find” or contact their “person” or ex.

The notion that you are going to come on here and ascertain their identity through vague, universal human experiences, emotions that are naturally occurring as a response to stimuli, is a behavior comprised of the last vestiges of hope.

To attempt to restore the biologically needed connection that was lost. 

It’s the way of the road.

Sometimes she goe, sometimes she doesn’t.

i wish you were mine

I don’t want to be with you anymore. I like you, I really like you. But as a friend. We could have been great friends. I’m so glad I didn’t go. I’m so glad. You’re still grieving and I deserve someone who isn’t. There was a me once that would have helped you through this, but i can’t now. And I reallly just don’t want to. Not because I’m cruel or don’t love you or anything. I just don’t want this. I don’t want to come see you, either. I’m tired. I don’t want this anymore. I’m always going to be in the background of a life you miss. I don’t want to be a new meeting while you grieve goodbyes. I don’t. There will always be a shadow. You’re always hiding things. I could ask, you wouldn’t tell me the truth anyways. They never do because they’re always ashamed of the truth. This was all a mistake and I wish we never we met. I’m okay with losing you now. I wanted so badly to be in each others lives, but if you can leave, I don’t care

Please just be honest I just need clarity and you know that! It's all so fragile right now I am terrified if we move too quickly it will shatter. Even if broken was beautiful the whole time! The stack of blocks is on a slippery slope and I know if this is going to work we need to repair the foundation. The lines of communication need to be paved over one more time as well. I love you and I am terrified right now.

I know I came on too strong. I was excited. I eyed you for a while, you know you're pretty. And it was you who approached me, remember?

I know our lives are different. I know I'm not the normal type you go after. You aren't mine either. But I guess that bothered you more than it did for me. Your image is more important to you than anything.

And yet there was that connection. It was real, and pure, and rare. All I wanted was to explore that and build on it. I bet you don't know how rare it actually is. Or maybe it was only rare for me and not you. So why tell me you felt it too?

So why? Why go cold after an amazing weekend together? Why chase another guy after holding me for hours caressing my face and staring into my soul? Why get official with him and not tell me? You said you didn't want to hurt my feelings, so why keep responding to me, stringing me along and gaslighting me, saying that your condition is the reason you can't be in a relationship? Why lie like that? Why continue hooking up with me if you didn't like me? Why apologize to me at all after i found out you had a boyfriend? Were you with him the whole time? Does he even know about us?

What are you hoping to get out of me? I mean really, what the fuck do you want from me? Am I just an easy hookup? Did you want to keep me on the backburner until he inevitably dumps you? So you can add yet another name to your list of exes that you constantly complain about? Am I on that list already?

I hate being an option. I hate that you lied. I hate that I have to pretend nothing happened. I hate how easy it was for you. I hate that I would probably take you back if you asked. I hate that I have to keep seeing you because we work nearby. I hate you, so why do I still care?

I’m sorry for how I acted.

I was just heartbroken.

I don’t know why I said we shouldn’t talk anymore; I want nothing more than to talk to you. I would love to see you again. Just tell me how to make you feel loved and safe. If you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I understand, but know that my door is still open for you, and that I still care about you deeply, and I’ll always be here to help. Our connection was too magical to abandon; I really hope you feel the same way.

Hey, how are you doing?

I’ve been thinking about you lately. I don’t like how we left things.

I’m not sure if walking away was the right thing to do… or if it was simply the dignified response to not being what you wanted.

I don’t know anymore.

I just know I think of you more often than I’d like to admit.

You think you can just hurt me without consequences? I hope you think about me everyday and cry. I hope your balls hurt. You lost forever and you will never forget me. I got the last word and I hope that you feel like the stupid slut you tried to make me like. Bye loser

not because I hate you

you're not neutral for me

I have no idea if you're still waiting for me or if you have moved on

even that piece of information

would be too much for me to handle

so when I see you

I look down

and try to get a hold of myself

I know that's not how a person in love acts,

but that is all I can master for now

It's a quiet Saturday, my insecurities and overthinking creep in…

I don't want to think like this but somehow, I ask myself “Do I deserve you?”

It's like you have your life together, and mine is a little messy.

The picture of you being happy around people you love, makes me feel like I'm an outsider…

You have everything you want, and I don't know what else I can give you. Yes, you tell me all those sweet words, tell me I'm enough and I believe that. It's just sometimes I can't help, but feel this way.

When you tell me about your day, I love it, yet part of me starts to compare, start to question “Do I really deserve you? Do I really deserve your love?”

I can't let this go before saying this from the bottom of my heart.

I've never felt such clarity in any of my previous. I've always experienced ambiguity, self-doubt, fear of not being enough, or fear of being too much.

For the very first time, I was able to shine, as my true self, in your presence.

I never once questioned your feelings for me.

I questioned the timing. The impossibility of the situation. The circumstances. The duality. The destined, inevitable, perpetual silence.

I'm sorry for vanishing without saying a word. We both knew why I had to. We both knew why you told me what you told me.

I am ready to be fair, but I cannot be the only one holding the truth.

I miss all the things. I can’t say this to you because you won’t listen, so I’ll say it here.

You didn’t like when I was walking away, but I was still listening. It doesn’t feel very good, does it? Feeling like someone doesn’t respect you enough just to listen to what you need to say. I’m not saying that to try to hurt you, I just hope one day you’ll see my perspective.

I hope you are well. I wish I could hug you again… even if that’s all it was. We were always good with the physical. I’ve been wondering if you miss it at all… or if you miss me at all. Do I ever cross your mind?

I’ve been seeing a lot of magical numbers lately. Have you? 4:44, 3:33, 11:11, 5:55?

All I've always wanted was to be a priority in your life, I wanted to be seen, heard, understood. Why couldn't you give that to me? I did so much for so long, made you feel loved so hard why couldn't you return the favor?

I'd get up in the morning and spend hours shoveling the driveway while you slept comfortably because I knew you hated doing it. I'd clean the house while you were at work because I knew it stressed you out. I hate the gym with a passion but I still went with you even tho it made my anxiety crazy because I knew it was important to you.

so why, just why couldn't you do the same for me? Why did you have to push me to emotional exhaustion just to leave me there like i'm worthless? What did I need to do for you to see me and love me as much as I did?

Why do I still love you so much after you've hurt me so bad?

It feels like you’re mourning a past relationship.

I hate how deeply you got under my skin.

I hate that out of everyone, it had to be you who triggered something in me that I can’t stop. That you came in so quietly, almost by accident… and now I can’t get you out of me, even if I wanted to.

And I really do want to.

I want to wake up in the morning and not think about whether you texted.

I want to stop overanalyzing every sentence, every “seen,” every silence between us.

I want to stop hoping.

But I can’t.

Because you gave me something that wasn’t enough… but it was exactly enough to break me.

You gave me moments that stayed with me more than anything else.

You gave me the feeling that there was something between us.

And then you disappeared into uncertainty, into “we’ll see,” into a space where you can’t stand—only wait.

And I’m still standing there.

And I hate myself for it.

I hate that I let you get that close.

That I believed you.

That from nights, a sentences, a looks, I built something that started to mean more to me than it should have.

And the worst part is, I still don’t know if you felt it too… or if I was just another stop in your life.

Because if I meant more, it wouldn’t be like this.

You wouldn’t have left me hanging between “maybe” and “nothing.”

You wouldn’t have left me wondering whether you think about me, or if I’m just a memory that’s already faded for you.

And you know what’s the worst part of all?

Even though I see all of this.

Even though I can admit it to myself.

Even though I know I should walk away…

a part of me would take you back in a second.

And that scares me.

Because it means I don’t have control over it.

That you have a place in me you didn’t earn—not the way you treat it.

And I’m trying to get out of this.

I’m trying to let you go.

I’m trying to stop wanting you.

I’m trying to stop imagining that one day you’ll turn around and finally be sure about me.

But the truth is… it still pulls me back.

And maybe it’s not love.

Maybe it’s just a combination of what you gave me… and what you didn’t.

But whatever it is, it left a mark in me.

And I’ll have to get through it on my own.

Without you.

Or maybe not—maybe a miracle happens. Hope dies last.

it’s taken me a long time to be mentally prepared to send you this.

hurting you is something i regret every single day and i am so sorry. in our relationship i was clingy and reliant on you, my low self esteem caused me to seek validation from others, my anxious attachment style has ruined many things for me. what you saw on my phone was just this, insecurity, i needed so much validation from you so when i felt insecure i tried to get it from someone else, i couldn’t handle being away from you so i self destructed to spare me that pain.

you were right to think something was wrong, my anxiety and insecurity goes deeper. I’m trans, i’ve been trying to repress myself for years, living as a man has destroyed me inside for so long. only recently have i found the courage to come out, i clung to you so much because i was worried you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore when you found out, my messages with that girl were me preparing for life without you, to see if anyone else could possibly love me if you left.

i don’t want to live life with regrets, if i die tomorrow i don’t want anything to be left unsaid, i’m in a puddle of tears writing this message but i’m taking the opportunity to say it now.

i truly love you, despite everything, i love you. i love you for everything you are. my love for you isn’t because of insecurity or anything unhealthy, i fell in love with a girl i met in - because of everything she is, her strengths, her flaws, and everything inbetween.

I probably have already ruined everything, there's no return. I really hate my insecurities and the way they affect me.

I'm sorry for ruining the good image you had of me in the past, I will understand whatever you decide.

I miss you and hope everything gets better.

The feeling, confusion, and knowing better are all mutual. You’re not crazy and I’m no evil mastermind.

I wish you could read this someday. You probably think I could never write something like this, not after everything. But healing changes things…

After everything, you’d expect anger from me... I wish you knew that I forgave you without needing an apology. Not because it didn’t matter, but because I didn’t want to carry that weight forever. I hope life is kind to you. Truly. Because even after everything, I don’t carry anything negative for you in my heart. I just wanted you to know you were never ordinary to me. You were the cutest, most comforting presence I ever had.

If you ever see this, know that I truly believe you’ve done the work. I know you’ve faced yourself, healed, and grown in ways people don’t always see.Even from a distance, it’s something I can feel.

If you ever see this, I don’t hold onto what happened. Not because things are perfect, but because we’ve both grown. If you ever see this, don’t let the distance fool you. I may seem far, but you know my heart was never really gone.There’s still a place for you here, just as warm as you remember.I’m still waiting in my own quiet way... If you ever see this, don’t let your ego stop you. Plz don’t hesitate anymore. Life’s too short to keep feelings hidden behind fear.I just want honesty from you. Nothing perfect, nothing planned just real.

I promise, I’ll listen without judgment. I’m still here, just the same, waiting quietly. I haven’t disappeared from your life the way you might think.I’m still here, still caring... If you ever see this… this is from her.

Yours, and truly yours 🍀