On inaction

We were texting about life and the stars and the moment was there for me to grab it – to tell him how I feel, to see if he feels the same, and to talk about what to do about the result. I stared at his last text for five minutes, working up the guts. It was only when he texted me “goodnight”, and I ran completely out of time that I asked to call him – to which he’s already gone. Inaction is a decision. And it sucks.

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