Just tell me you’re bored. Stop telling me you’re busy.

I asked if you still wanted to write. I gave you an out.

“No pressure if you’ve lost interest. Just let me know.”

You said you loved our story. Said you’d reply tomorrow.

That was three weeks ago.

So I keep checking. I get an idea for our next scene and almost send it. Then I remember the last three messages are already mine.

I feel pathetic for caring this much about something we were both excited about.

You don’t owe me a reply. You’re allowed to lose interest.

But please stop telling me it’s still happening if you already know you’re done.

I can handle the story ending.

It’s embarrassing to keep saving a place for someone who keeps promising they’ll come back.

Have you ever wished someone had just told you no?