Love Notes I Never Sent

Love Notes I Never Sent

A Collection of Unsent Letters, Torn Pages, and Whispered Goodbyes

1.

Dear You,

I saw your smile today—

in a stranger, across the street.

It wasn’t yours, but it made my heart flinch

in that familiar way.

I almost waved.

Almost called your name.

Almost believed in second chances.

But I kept walking.

Because that’s what you do

when someone leaves and never looks back.

You keep walking.

Even when every step feels like treason

against your own memory.

2

My Almost,

I wrote you a letter on a napkin

the night you told me you weren’t ready.

It had ketchup stains and too many metaphors.

I wanted to say,

“I would’ve waited. I still might.”

But I folded it into my coat pocket

next to the silence you left.

Funny how some people arrive

only to become the wound that writes you.

3.

Hey,

This one’s short.

Just a scribbled line:

“I miss you more when it rains.”

That’s it. That’s all.

Because grief doesn’t always come

with full paragraphs.

Sometimes, it just drips quietly

down windowpanes

and hopes someone still cares enough to notice.

4.

To the One Who Loved Me in Chapters,

You kissed me like I was a poem

you were trying to memorize.

Each word, a brushstroke across my skin.

Each pause, a breath we shared.

But you only ever read the beginning,

closed the book

before you reached the part

where I unraveled for you.

I still wonder—

what would’ve happened

if you had kept reading?

5.

Dear Stranger Who Knew Me Best,

I wish I could send this.

But you’re not him anymore.

And I’m not the girl who cried into your hoodie

while you told me she meant nothing.

You lied.

But worse,

I believed you.

This isn’t a love letter.

This is a goodbye

I never dared to give.

6.

To the Friend Who Turned Into a Ghost,

We laughed so hard that night

we forgot the world was ending.

Or maybe it wasn’t—

maybe it was just our world.

You left quietly,

like a song fading at the edge of a dream.

I kept your last text.

It says, “Talk soon.”

You didn’t.

7.

To the Boy With the Guitar,

You made me feel like music.

Like I could be strummed into something beautiful.

But you only played love songs

when the lights were low

and the crowds were gone.

You never played me in the daylight.

I deserved a love that wasn’t hidden

behind curtains and chords.

8.

To the One I Never Met,

You exist in all the spaces

he couldn’t fill.

I never knew your name,

but I invented you

in the aftermath—

someone who stays,

someone who chooses me

at full volume.

Someday,

you’ll find me.

And I won’t need letters

I’m too afraid to send.

9.

To My Past Self,

You thought he was forever.

You weren’t foolish—just hopeful.

It’s okay to forgive yourself

for believing in love

that wasn’t yours to hold.

You didn’t fail.

You just bloomed

in a place that couldn’t hold your roots.

10.

To Him,

I never told you

how your silence bruised louder than your words.

How the absence of your voice

echoed through my body

long after you left.

I loved you with open palms.

You left me with empty fists.

I wanted to say all of this—

in a letter,

on your birthday,

in a text I typed and deleted.

But I didn’t.

Because some words

are meant to stay

between the heart and the page.

11.

To Love,

You’ve taken many forms.

A whisper.

A wildfire.

A wound.

But you taught me how to write.

How to turn ache into art.

How to speak

when my voice was trembling.

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe that’s everything.

I never sent these notes.

Maybe I never needed to.

But in writing them,

I found the version of myself

that loved deeply,

lost softly,

and still believed in trying again.

Some letters don’t need a stamp.

Some truths only need a place to rest.

And some love stories

are written only

to be released.