Sometimes I write letters to people, but not to send them. Just to spill out what has accumulated. Today I wrote one such letter again - to a man I've known for a long time. We're not together, not even close. But I can't help but feel it.

The letter contains everything I've been hiding inside for so long: how he can support me with a single phrase, how his voice soothes me even at a distance. How I miss him even when he's around. I wrote how I just wanted to be with him-no more words, no more masks. But the letter stayed in the draft.

I'm not afraid of rejection. I'm just afraid of breaking the fragile thread that exists between us. Sometimes it's better to keep silent than to lose it.
Or maybe it's just not the right time.

Have you ever written a letter you never dared to send?