What if he said no?
What if he laughed?
Or worse… what if he hesitated?
So I kept my love folded up like a note never passed in class.
Tucked it in poems.
In playlists.
In all the times I said "Take care" when I meant "I love you."
Maybe he knew.
Maybe he didn't.
But I never asked.
Because some answers break more than silence ever could.