A Message Sent from the Heart

Yesterday, I did something I never thought I’d have the courage to do—I messaged him. Again.

It took so much from me to hit that send button. I actually sent him an email first since I couldn’t open Discord anymore—I deleted it. Email was the only way I could think of to reach him. Just that one thread of connection left.

As for Dark War Survival, I’ve already let that go. Deleted the game, removed Telegram too. I don’t have any of his contacts anymore. So, this message… it was really all I had left.

And yes, I know—it was brave of me. Braver than I’ve ever been before. I haven’t done this in any of my past. I wasn’t even planning to send it today. I thought maybe on the 31st. But something in me—my heart or maybe my restless mind—just said, “Do it now.” So I did.

Now here I am, sitting with this weight of uncertainty. I don’t know what to expect, honestly. Part of me hopes he’ll read it. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll reply. Even just a simple “Hi” or “How are you feeling?” Like how we used to talk—those easy, fun conversations that flowed endlessly, mostly about games and random stuff. I miss those days so much.

I miss my friend. That version of us when things were simple and warm and full of excitement over the smallest things. I’m still hoping, somehow, we can bring that back.

And if we can’t? I still hope for a fresh start. A clean slate.

Maybe one message can lead to something better. Maybe.