There’s a certain ache that comes when you’re waiting for a reply that never seems to arrive. The minutes feel like hours, and every notification sends a rush of hope through your chest—only to leave you disappointed again.

“I’m so confused. Why aren’t you answering me now? Did I do something wrong?”

It’s a quiet kind of heartbreak, the type that doesn’t always come with tears but with a heavy silence that’s even louder than words. You replay conversations in your head, wondering if there was a moment you missed, a word you shouldn’t have said.

“I just need to talk to you. Please say hi to me.”

There’s vulnerability in reaching out like that, in putting your feelings on the line. It’s a reminder that behind every message sent into the void, there’s a person with a soft heart hoping for connection.

Maybe they’re busy. Maybe they don’t realize how much their absence is being felt. Or maybe they’re choosing not to respond—and that’s the hardest thought of all.

“I’m here, waiting. Please don’t leave me hanging. My heart hurts.”

If you’ve ever been in this place, know that your feelings are valid. Longing for a simple reply doesn’t make you weak; it makes you human. And sometimes, it’s not about getting an answer—it’s about learning to comfort yourself when silence becomes the reply.