Reading Old Texts To My Ex

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It feels wrong,
Like I’m reading the private messages,
Of someone else.

I was a different person back then,
We both were.

Daily texts to each other,
About nothing and everything,
A pleasure,
Just to read your words,
Express our affection,
Without shame or hesitation, or worry,
That you were,
“Coming off too strong.”

No constant fear,
That I was bothering you,
That we would be pushed away,
For trying to reach out.

We knew,
We were wanted,
Loved,
The doubts and self-hatred,
Evaporated,
Leaving only calm,
Comfort,
Like a warm blanket,
On a cold night.

That kind of assurance,
Seems rare these days,
But it was all there on the screen.