📮 The Letter I Never Sent

 

Last week, while cleaning my bookshelf, I found an envelope tucked inside an old journal.
It had no stamp. No address. Just my handwriting on the front:
“To the friend I haven’t spoken to in years.”

I remembered writing it, but I never sent it.

The letter was short.
It said things I never had the courage to say out loud:
"Thank you for being there when I was lost."
"I’m sorry for drifting away."
"I hope you’re doing well."

Reading it now, years later, I didn’t feel sad.
I felt... still.

It reminded me that some things don’t need to reach someone to be real.
Some words are meant to heal the person who writes them.

We always think letters are for sending.
But sometimes, letters are for keeping —
Tucked between pages,
Holding memories in ink and paper.

I placed the envelope back in the journal.
Not to forget, but to remember that silence has stories too.

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– The Memory Nomad