Unspoken Feelings

  • The Waiting Room

    We sat across from each other in the cramped waiting room, plastic chairs squeaking beneath us. I could feel the weight of her gaze on me, but I kept my eyes on the crumpled magazine in my lap, pretending to read. It was easier this way. “So, how’ve you been?” she asked, her voice light, casual, as if we were old friends who’d drifted apart, not the tangled mess we…

  • The Unsent Message

    I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over the “send” button. It was a simple message: “I miss you.” Three little words that could mean everything—or nothing at all. It had been six months since Ben and I broke up. Six months of wondering if he ever thought about me, if he missed our late-night talks, our shared jokes, the comfortable silence that only two people in sync could share.…