You miss him so dearly. So you leave him a text. The same text that always worked. Then you sat and waited while you let the text work its magic. But you don’t realize that the magic of this text has already been lost. He saw right past it. He saw it as insincere. He saw it as lazy. He knew you could do better but you didn’t. So he didn’t reply. And you kept waiting for the magic, but as we all know, magic doesn’t exist.