A Confession

Sometimes, at my lowest moments; late at night, when I'm feeling down, when I need some comfort, I think of texting you.

Hey. 

My hands clutch my phone. My eyes stare at the screen. I am always *this* close.

And I never do write that message. 

I can't.

I just can't make myself do it. 

And it's not because Best Friend would yell at me. And it's not because I'm embarrassed of missing you, of thinking of you. 

It just isn't worth it. 

I wish you were. I'll probably always wish that. 

But it will definitely never be true. You will never be worth it.