Final Message
The One I Never Sent
I don’t even know what this is. A goodbye? A confession?
Maybe just a way to say things I never found the right time for.
We never met not in the way people usually do.
No photos. No places. Just a voice. Just you.
But somehow, that was enough to make everything else feel… a little less real.
You had this way of disappearing mid-chat like you were part-time MI6.
And I? I showed up like a loyal fool with Wi-Fi and optimism.
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even normal. But it was ours.
I learned to read your silence better than your words.
I guessed your moods from timestamps.
I overthought every “just now” like it was a riddle I had to solve.
Still I laughed more than I should’ve.
Waited longer than I said I would.
And cared more than I ever admitted out loud.
So, I did something quietly insane. I named a star after you.
Not to impress. Not to guilt-trip. Just because I didn’t know where else to store the version of you that stayed with me.
It’s called Sirius the brightest star in the sky.
HIP 32349. But to me, it’s just Nakshatra.
A reminder of something unexplainable, unexpected, and beautifully incomplete.
If you ever look up and feel like the sky knows something you don’t that’s probably it.
Or maybe it’s just a satellite.
But let’s pretend it’s me one last time.
Just know this:
You weren’t random. You weren’t nothing.
You were a quiet chapter I still read sometimes when the world goes still.
That was us undefined, unfinished, unforgettable
