The Message She Never Replied To.

 


I still remember the last message I sent her.

“Sorry, Suiti… please don’t be angry.”

Seen.

That tiny word broke me more than any goodbye ever could.

We weren’t perfect.

We argued over small things — late replies, missed calls, misunderstandings that grew bigger than they should have. But in between all that, there was love. Real love. The kind that makes your ordinary days feel special.

Suiti wasn’t just someone I talked to.

She was my habit.

My comfort.

My “good morning” and my “good night.”

That day, I messed up.

Maybe it was my ego.

Maybe I thought she would always stay.

So instead of fixing things quickly, I stayed silent… and she did too.

Hours turned into days.

Days turned into distance.

I typed that message a hundred times before sending it.

“Sorry, Suiti… please don’t be angry.”

I expected a reply.

Even a short one.

Even an angry one.

But all I got was “Seen.”

That’s when I realized something painful:

Sometimes, silence is the loudest answer.

I kept checking my phone.

Every notification made my heart race.

But it was never her.

And slowly, I started understanding…

Not every story gets a happy ending.

Not every “sorry” gets forgiven.

Not every love stays.

If I could go back, I wouldn’t wait.

I wouldn’t let ego win.

Because in the end, being right doesn’t matter…

When you lose the person who meant everything.

Now her chat is still there.

Pinned.

Untouched.

Like a memory I’m afraid to delete.

And sometimes, late at night, I still type…

“Are you okay, Suiti?”

But I never send it.

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