The Message I Never Finished Sending

There is this text message sitting in my phone draft, and I never sent it. It is a few words long. I can recall what I wrote there, and it is about an apology that has been long overdue just for something that happened a few months back in silence but grew to be something big, but neither of us had talked about it properly.

I have checked what I wrote over and over again without correcting anything. Not only that, but I only checked if it was okay to send, and that was a few weeks ago, by the way.

I have thought about it over and over again. And it has been bothering me that we hold back a lot in this country; I don't know about the rest of the world. But we do that a lot here. In such a way that we accuse someone of directly calling and texting, texting feels like evidence.

The way we now do things is that we have now built a strong wall of Chinese in an emotional way around how we avoid direct messages. We subtweet. We now take to our WhatsApp status and Instagram stories to direct a message to a particular person, hoping that they will understand. We tell those people closer to us that we cannot say those things to the person directly. And we do this just to avoid a simple act, which is actually sending the person the text directly, which a lot see as a terrifying act.

In my honest opinion. Such a message doesn't necessarily need perfection or talk about everything in detail. Most times, we just need to send it. Because of that person, we must allow them to know that we are thinking of them, that it matters, and that it is important to say our mind directly out loud, or maybe just with our thumbs. Those few words of text are still in my draft. I should send it.

Thank you for reading.

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