Unsent Messages

Hey, it’s me, your snail. I hope you are doing great; it’s all I wish for you. Unsurprisingly, it’s not going to be great for me. I am over here like a dummy waiting for your good morning/night texts. I have not deleted our pictures. Constantly think about calling you and asking about your day, a part of my previous daily routine, but I acknowledge I no longer have a place in your life.
You may still love me, but you’re no longer in love with me, and that is okay. As I reminisce and relive the memories, the third date fills my head. The museum, dinner and rooftop. How I slept the night we first dated. The calmness you brought to my soul.
Now I have to focus on myself. Move on. However, a part of me will always love and care about you. I knew it wasn’t meant for forever, but it sure felt like it. We were definitely meant to be, it was just not meant to last. In another lifetime then snail. Take care and farewell. (I know you should not but feel free to text me chicken butt whenever you finished reading)