Welcome to You Have 1 New Message, a new series of unsent voicemails — quiet confessions, lost apologies, and late-night truths left in the dark.
Some are inspired by real things I’ve said or sent
Some are what I wish I’d said.
All of them come from somewhere honest.
Think of them like this:
A payphone at midnight.
A blinking red light on an old answering machine.
A voice that only wants to be heard once — just long enough to let go.
Or be heard enough to be held onto.
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You have one new voice message…
From… [inaudible]… Received Thursday, 2:14 a.m.
[Tone sounds]
[Message Begins]
Hey,
I know you’re not gonna answer.
I get it.
But I can’t sit with this silence anymore without saying something into it.
I wanted to be the kind of man you could build with.
Someone solid. Someone soft when it mattered.
But I let fear turn to fog.
I let my own mind drown me.
I kept thinking… if I don’t ask for too much, maybe you’ll stay.
If I pretend I don’t need to be held, maybe I won’t fall apart when you don’t call.
But I did fall apart.
Quietly. Loudly. At the same time.
You said I was an emotional rollercoaster.
And maybe I am.
But I never asked you to ride it.
I just wanted someone to stand by the tracks and wave.
I wanted to be your superhero.
But what I needed most…
was to be allowed to be broken.
Just for a moment.
I thought you’d save space for that.
I thought I was enough.
But you didn’t need my explanations. You just needed peace.
And I wasn’t peaceful.
I don’t blame you.
But I hate that loving you turned me into a version of myself I can’t unsee.
And I hate that the only thing I have left to offer you… is regret.
For the way you let me be held…
even if only for a while.
I just needed someone to tell me I wasn’t too much to love.
[End of Message]
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