I Wish I Had Asked

 To the Girl Who Made Silence Feel Full,

Why?

Why won’t you love me? After all these seasons I’ve spent aching for nothing but the sound of your name. After all these nights I folded myself into letters you’ll never read, after all this eternal kind of love I kept offering you in silence. Haven’t you felt it?

Do you know what it means to carry someone in every breath, and still stay invisible? To offer a love so gentle, it never asked to be held, only to be seen?

I memorized the way your voice curls around a sentence. I painted your smile on the inside of my eyelids. I held space for you, even when you weren’t looking, even when it hurt.

Tell me… what more must I do? What more can I give, if my everything still isn't enough? Was I too late? Too soft? Or did you simply never look my way with the same wonder I’ve always carried for you?

I didn’t want your world. I just wanted a corner in your heart.
A name on your lips that sounded like hope.

But now I’m just someone who loved you with a kind of patience that never demanded you back.
And still—I am here, pleading without words, asking without asking:

Why won’t you love me? Not because I deserve it… But because I loved you like someone who believed in you, before anyone else ever noticed your light.

So tell me,
what more must love do to be enough?

Always,
The one who never stopped writing you in every silence.