The things I wish I had said

They hang in the air, unspoken, as though your heart is aching to say them, but your mind falters. These are the things you wish you had said.

I remember standing there, in front of her, in that dimly lit room. She had asked me a question—a simple one, one that should’ve been easy to answer. “What do you want, really?” But instead of replying, I smiled awkwardly and said nothing. I should’ve told her the truth, the whole truth, that I wanted more than anything to be loved, to be understood, and to not have to fight for her attention. But I didn’t say it. I let the silence settle between us, heavy and painful.

If I could go back to that moment, I would tell her how much she meant to me, how her presence in my life had shaped me in ways I couldn’t fully express. I would tell her how I had been holding back, afraid of vulnerability, afraid of rejection. I would tell her that every little thing she did, every smile, every glance, meant the world to me. But the words were stuck, caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, and I never said them.

Then, there were the times with my family. There was a time I wanted to tell my parents how much I appreciated everything they had done for me, how their sacrifices never went unnoticed, and how deeply I loved them. But I never did. Instead, I took their love for granted, assuming they knew. They didn’t. They couldn’t have known how much it meant to me that they believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I wish I had said it before the years slipped away, before I became too proud or too busy to say what was most important.

There are also the conversations I should have had with myself. The ones where I would’ve reassured my younger self that it was okay to make mistakes, that failing wasn’t the end of the world. I wish I could have told myself to stop doubting my worth, to trust that things would get better, even when they seemed impossible. I wish I could’ve said, “You are enough.” I spent so many years in my head, battling insecurities that didn’t need to be there. If only I could’ve spoken those affirmations to myself sooner.

And then, there are the words I wish I had said to the people I lost touch with. I never got the chance to tell them how much their friendship meant to me, how I took it for granted until it was gone. I should’ve told them, “Thank you for being there, for the laughs, for the support, for the late-night talks.” It’s funny how you only realize the value of certain relationships once they’ve faded away.

The things I wish I had said aren’t always grand declarations of love or admiration. Sometimes, they’re just small, simple things—like expressing gratitude, or acknowledging someone’s efforts, or even admitting when I was wrong. I’ve missed so many opportunities to make people feel seen and heard, to offer my support when they needed it most. How often have I let my pride or my fear stand in the way of saying the right thing at the right time?

Life doesn’t always give us second chances to say what’s on our minds. But what we can do is learn from the moments we missed. We can begin to speak up more, to be more honest with the people around us, to express our feelings before time slips away. It’s never too late to start.

If I had said all the things I wished I had, maybe things would’ve turned out differently. Maybe I would’ve had more peace, more closeness, more understanding. But that’s the beauty of it—we can still speak now. We can still say the words that matter, even if we didn’t say them before. There’s still time.

So, to anyone who might be reading this: Don’t wait. Say the things you wish you had said. Let people know you love them, that you appreciate them, that they matter. The things left unsaid are often the ones that linger the longest, but they don’t have to.

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