If you asked, I wouldn’t have said no. Even though no was the right answer. Even though it would’ve been the smart, safe....self-respecting thing to say. But I would’ve said yes. It’s been years of me waiting for you. Building walls just so you could tear them down, then walk away like it was nothing. Still… if you asked, I would’ve let it all go. I would've erased the late-night tears, the cracks in my voice, the scars on my heart, and the shame I kept tucked behind my smile. I would’ve let you in. I would’ve shown you the love I held for you all these times the love you never noticed, the love you never stayed still long enough to receive. If you had just asked. We could’ve had something beautiful. Maybe even perfect. Life could’ve been soft with you. We could’ve tried. God, we could’ve really tried. But you didn’t ask. You never did. Even when I begged without words, even when my silence was screaming. And that’s okay. Not asking… that’s your choice. But here’s the truth if you had? I would’ve said yes.