The Edit Happens Before the Send
You typed it out. Maybe you even typed her name at the top. Then you closed the chat and put your phone face-down, and you told yourself you'd tell her later, when there was more to say. Later never came, or it came too late, when the thing had already resolved itself and the telling felt like a report instead of a confession. That is the moment. Not a fight. Not a falling-out. Just a quiet deletion, repeated enough times that it became habit.
