The moment I told him, I wasn't expecting a yes.
I wasn't expecting anything.
But silence?
That silence stayed with me longer than he ever did.
I didn't cry that day, nothing happened.
But one evening-
when the sky lost its strength to hold itself together-
so did I.
It wasn't about him saying yes or no.
It was about what I carried afterward.
And all the things I had to unlove, alone.