Lena had stared at it so many times that the words felt burned into her retinas. She’d typed and deleted messages in the draft box more times than she could count—apologies, explanations, angry rants, sad little confessions. None of them ever got sent. What was the point? He’d blocked her.
She typed back: “I’d like that.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too. Can we talk? Not text. Real talk.” whatsapp unblocked